I am sorry for people who can't write letters. But I suspect also that you and I ... love to write them because it's kind of like working without really doing it.

Ports are necessities, like postage stamps or soap, but they seldom seem to care what impressions they make.

What childishness is it that while there's breath of life in our bodies, we are determined to rush to see the sun the other way around?

The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Bishop on "At the Fishhouses"At the last minute, after I'd had a chance to do a little research in Cape Breton, I foundI'd said codfish scales once when it should have been herring scales. I hope theycorrected it all right.2Quite a few lines of "At the Fishhouses" came to me in a dream, and the scene- whichwas real enough, I'd recently been there-but the old man and the conversation, etc.,were all in a later dream

I am sorry for people who can't write letters. But I suspect also that you and I ... love to write them because it's kind of like working without really doing it.

The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.