I don’t think any man writing can worry about what the act of writing costs him, even though at times he is very aware of it.

I don’t think any man writing can worry about what the act of writing costs him, even though at times he is very aware of it.

Writing is the same as music. It’s in how you phrase it, how you hold back the note, bend it, shape it, then release it. And what you don’t play is as important as what you do say.

For love - I would split open your head and put a candle in behind the eyes.

I know this body is impatient. I know I constitute only a meager voice and mind. Yet I loved, I love. I want no sentimentality. I want no more than home.

I did however used to think, you know, in the woods walking, and as a kid playing in the woods, that there was a kind of immanence there — that woods, and places of that order, had a sense, a kind of presence, that you could feel; that there was something peculiarly, physically present, a feeling of place almost conscious ... like God. It evoked that.

Form is never more than an extension of content.