Life is a game, boy. Life is a game that one plays according to the rules.

They didn't act like people and they didn't act like actors. It's hard to explain. They acted more like they knew they were celebrities and all. I mean they were good, but they were too good.

Oh, this happiness is strong stuff.

It's partly true, too, but it isn't all true. People always think something's all true.

There is a marvelous peace in not publishing. It's peaceful. Still. Publishing is a terrible invasion of my privacy. I like to write. I live to write. But I write just for myself and my own pleasure. I don't necessarily intend to publish posthumously, but I do like to write for myself. I pay for this kind of attitude. I'm known as a strange, aloof kind of man. But all I'm doing is trying to protect myself and my work.

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

Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They're always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions.