Promise is the capacity for letting people down.

Like the bee its sting, the promiscuous leave behind them in each encounter something of themselves by which they are made to suffer.

Most people do not believe in anything very much and our greatest poetry is given to us by those who do.

Approaching forty, I had a singular dream in which I almost grasped the meaning and understood the nature of what it is that wastes in wasted time.

A life based on reason will always require to be balanced by an occasional bout of violent and irrational emotion, for instinctual drives must be satisfied

When I write after dark the shades of evening scatter their purple through my prose.

The American language is in a state of flux based upon survival of the unfittest.