The Florida sun seems not much a single thing overhead but a set of klieg lights that pursue you everywhere with an even white illumination.

There's a crystallization that goes on in a poem which the young man can bring off, but which the middle-aged man can't.

For male and female alike, the bodies of the other sex are messages signaling what we must do - they are glowing signifiers of our own necessities.

How sad, how strange, we make companions out of air and hurt them, so they will defy us, completing creation.

The educational aspect of art shows has become overbearing: some of exhibits can leave you bleary from trying to read the walls. Presumably a piece of art is timeless and it can say something to us. You are taking away the right of art to talk for itself.

The difficulty with humorists is that they will mix what they believe with what they don't; whichever seems likelier to win an effect.

Hope bases vast premises on foolish accidents, and reads a word where in fact only a scribble exists.