A myth is the name of a terrible lie told by a smelly little brown person to a man in a white suit with a pair of binoculars.

I can manage a prose format as long as I keep closer to Laurence Sterne than to Henry James.

I didn't think about whether I was writing poems. I was thinking. And the more I was thinking, the more there was I didn't understand.

I wanted to be an inventor, whatever I thought that meant then. I guess I was thinking of Edison or maybe James Watt. Or maybe even Newton.

There are editing procedures for talks just as there are editing procedures in jazz improvisation.

I learned enough Hebrew to stagger through a meaningless ceremony that I scarcely remember.

Disney made a fortune out of inventing the businessman's idea of the imaginary as the contradictory of the businessman's idea of the real.