Work is style, and there is style without thought; not in theory, only in fact. When I take a sentence in my hand, raise it to the light, rub my hand across it, disjoin it, put it back together again with a comma added, raising the pitch in the front part; when I rub the grain of it, comb the fur of it, re-assemble the bones of it, I am making something that carries with it the sound of a voice, the firmness of a hand. Maybe little more.

I wish you were that birch rising from the clump behind you, and I the gray oak alongside.

The greatest kindness would put a bullet in his bright eye.

Can build plane... Delivery about three months.

Great literature, if we read it well, opens us up to the world and makes us more sensitive to it, as if we acquired eyes that could see through things and ears that could hear smaller sounds.

Poetry is what I've done my whole life. And every important thing in my life had found itself into poems.

I want to sleep like the birds then wake to write you again without hope that you read me.