The true feeling of sex is that of a deep intimacy, but above all of a deep complicity.

To say that its wrong to feel this way is not the point; you do feel it. All you see is a flash of fire and, depending on your altitude, you don't even see that sometimes.

I do think the author ought to be able to give a good reason for the way things are in his poem. Not a bad question to ask oneself.

Find out what you do best, and then don't do it.

The women of the South have brought into American literature a unique mixture of domesticity and grotesquerie.

William Packard surely must be one of the great editors of our time.

Yet technique matters, even so. God uses it, for a buffalo is not a leopard.