I don't need an alarm clock. My ideas wake me.

Sometimes you just have to jump out the window and grow wings on the way down.

Jump, and you will find out how to unfold your wings as you fall.

[His] library was a fine dark place bricked with books, so anything could happen there and always did. All you had to do was pull a book from the shelf and open it and suddenly the darkness was not so dark anymore.

I don't talk things, sir. I talk the meaning of things.

I believe in creative failing - to contine to write poems that fail and fail and fail until a day comes when you've got a thousand poems behind you and you're relaxed and you finally write a good poem.

You grow ravenous. You run fevers. You know exhilarations. You can't sleep at night, because your beast-creature ideas want out and turn you in your bed. It is a grand way to live.