Money talks, but tell me why all it says is just Goodbye.
You have to be lonely to be a writer
In a way Winter is the real Spring - the time when the inner things happen, the resurgence of nature.
Sometimes one word can recall a whole span of life.
Writers, however mature and wise and eminent, are children at heart.
it is not good to repudiate the dead because then they do not leave you alone, they are like dogs that bark intermittently at night.