Honey, no offense, but sometimes I think I could shoot you and watch you kick.
A man can go along obeying all the rules and then it don't matter a damn anymore.
You've got to work with your mistakes until they look intended. Understand?
I dressed and went for a walk - determined not to return until I took in what Nature had to offer.
It's possible, in a poem or short story, to write about commonplace things and objects using commonplace but precise language, and to endow those things—a chair, a window curtain, a fork, a stone, a woman's earring—with immense, even startling power.
There's literary creation and literary business. When I first got something accepted, it gave my life a validation it didn't otherwise have.