When you write it doesn't occur to you that somebody could think different from what you do.

Write what you know. That should leave you with a lot of free time.

Nothing in the universe can travel at the speed of light, they say, forgetful of the shadow's speed.

Shakespeare tells the same stories over and over in so many guises that it takes a long time before you notice.

The only way out is the way through, just as you cannot escape death except by dying. Being unable to write, you must examine in writing this being unable, which becomes for the present -henceforth?- the subject to which you are condemned.

I never abandoned either forms or freedom. I imagine that most of what could be called free verse is in my first book. I got through that fairly early.

Language is remarkable, except under the extreme constraints of mathematics and logic, it never can talk only about what it's supposed to talk about but is always spreading around.