Poetry -- even bad poetry -- may be our final hope.

The death penalty would be even more effective, as a deterrent, if we executed a few innocent people more often.

There are two kinds of people I cannot abide: bigots and any well-organized ethnic group.

A man on foot, on horseback or on a bicycle will see more, feel more, enjoy more in one mile than the motorized tourists can in a hundred miles.

God is love? Not bloody likely.

Literary critics, like a herd of cows or a school of fish, always face in the same direction, obeying that love for unity that every critic requires.

Every man should be his own guru; every woman her own gurette.