The fact, and the intuition or logic about the fact, are severe coordinates in fiction. In the short story they must cross with hair-line precision.

I hope that one or two immortal lyrics will come out of all this tumbling around.

It is through the acceptance of a variety of aethetic and intellectual points of view that a culture is given breadth and density.

The Initial Mystery that attends any journey is: how did the traveler reach his starting point in the first place?

I don't like quintessential certitude.

Poetry is often generations in advance of the thought of its time.

I'll lie here and learn How, over their ground, Trees make a long shadow And a light sound.