The art of one period cannot be approached through the attitudes (emotional or intellectual) of another.

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

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.

The poem is always the last resort. In it the poet makes a world in little, and finds peace, even though, under complete focused emotion, the evocation be far more bitter than reality, or far more lovely.

I don't like quintessential certitude.

I have lost faith in universal panaceas - work is the one thing in which I really believe.

The art of one period cannot be approached through the attitudes (emotional or intellectual) of another.