I've just had eighteen straight whiskies. I think that's the record.

The land of my fathers. My fathers can have it.

I went on all over the States, ranting poems to enthusiastic audiences that, the week before, had been equally enthusiastic about lectures on Railway Development or the Modern Turkish Essay.

Don't be too harsh to these poems until they're typed. I always think typescript lends some sort of certainty: at least, if the things are bad then, they appear to be bad with conviction.

The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps... so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in.

You just wait. I'll sin 'til I blow up!

[I'm]a freak user of words, not a poet.