I have just had eighteen whiskeys in a row. I do believe that is a record.

The function of posterity is to look after itself.

He who seeks rest finds boredom. He who seeks work finds rest.

Cold beer is bottled God.

Though they go mad they shall be sane, though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; though lovers be lost love shall not; and death shall have no dominion.

I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.

What I like to do is treat words as a craftsman does his wood or stone or what-have-you, to hew, carve, mold, coil, polish, and plane them into patterns, sequences, sculptures, fugues of sound expressing some lyrical impulse, some spiritual doubt or conviction, some dimly realized truth I must try to reach and realize.