To some people Love is given, To others Only Heaven.

I did not believe political directives could be successfully applied to creative writing . . . not to poetry or fiction, which to be valid had to express as truthfully as possible the individual emotions and reactions of the writer.

This morning I paid seventy cents for two little old dried-up slivers of bacon and one cockeyed egg. It took me till noon to get my appetite back.

I do not want no pretty woman. First thing you know, you fall in love with her-then you got to kill somebody about her. She'll make you so jealous, you'll bust!

For poems are like rainbows; they escape you quickly.

Cheap little rhymes A cheap little tune Are sometimes as dangerous As a sliver of the moon.

I will not take "but" for an answer.