We don't talk, we hold forth. We don't converse, we expound.

John Keats / John Keats / John / Please put your scarf on.

The existence of God, the why of life, was all that really only a question of glands?

I kept picturing all these little kids in this big field of rye... If they're running and they don't look where they're going, I have to come out from somewhere and catch them.

I suspect that money is a far greater distraction for the artist than hunger.

That's the whole trouble. You can't ever find a place that's nice and peaceful, because there isn't any.

Keep me up till five because all your stars are out, and for no other reason…Oh dare to do it Buddy! Trust your heart. You’re a deserving craftsman. It would never betray you. Good night. I’m feeling very much over-excited now, and a little dramatic, but I think I’d give almost anything on earth to see you writing a something, an anything, a poem, a tree, that was really and truly after your own heart.