People are always talking about the joys of youth-but, oh, how youth can suffer!
Public education was not founded to give society what it wants. Quite the opposite.
Fighting dragons is my holy joy.
One of the good elements of old age is that we no longer have to prove anything, to ourselves or to anyone else. We are what we are.
One could go on revising a prose page forever whereas there is a point in a poem when one knows it is done forever.
I feel like an inadequate machine, a machine that breaks down at crucial moments, grinds to a dreadful hault, 'won't go,' or, even worse, explodes in some innocent person's face.