Other families bought automobiles; we had a horse-headed hitching post in front of our house and drove horses.
Writing is rewriting what you have rewritten.
Our small ears never had such a workout as on the Fourth of July, hearing not only our own bursting crackers but also those of our friends, and often the boom of homemade cannon shot off by daring boys of 16 years, ready to lose a hand if it blew up.
Human life is too difficult for people.
I wanted to write poetry almost a little more than I wanted to eat.
Poetry is ordinary language raised to the Nth power. Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words.