Every day, every day I hear enough to fill a year of nights with wondering.

Nothing we do has the quickness, the sureness, the deep intelligence living at peace would have.

Wear scarlet! Tear the green lemons off the tree! I don't want to forget who I am, what has burned in me, and hang limp and clean, an empty dress -

I like to find what's not found at once, but lies within something of another nature, in repose, distinct.

Teachers at all levels encourage the idea that you have to talk about things in order to understand them, because they wouldn't have jobs, otherwise. But it's phony, you know.

The artist must create himself or be born again.

If woman is inconstant, good, I am faithful to ebb and flow, I fall in season and now is a time of ripening.