People always clap for the wrong reasons.

You never even worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.

Sometimes I see me dead in the rain.

I'm the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life.

My god, there's absolutely nothing tenth-rate about you, and yet you're up to your neck at this minute in tenth-rate thinking.

The true poet has no choice of material. The material plainly chooses him, not he it.

There's a marvelous peace in not publishing, there's a stillness. When you publish, the world thinks you owe something. If you don't publish, they don't know what you're doing. You can keep it for yourself.