If you tell a novelist, 'Life's not like that', he has to do something about it. The poet simply replies, 'No, but I am.'

Any memory for the most part depending on chance.

So many things I had thought forgotten Return to my mind with stranger pain: Like letters that arrive addressed to someone Who left the house so many years ago.

Something, like nothing, happens anywhere.

To start at a new place is always to feel incompetent & unwanted.

One of the quainter quirks of life is that we shall never know who dies on the dame day as we do ourselves.

I don't think I write well - just better than anyone else.