If there is one thing in life that I have learned about life it is... it goes on.

Style is that which indicates how the writer takes himself and what he is saying. It is the mind skating circles around itself as it moves forward.

The poet, as everyone knows, must strike his individual note sometime between the ages of fifteen and twenty-five. He may hold it a long time, or a short time, but it is then that he must strike it or never. School and college have been conducted with the almost express purpose of keeping him busy with something else till the danger of his ever creating anything is past.

I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate wilfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better.

A definite purpose, like blinders on a horse, inevitably narrows its possessor's point of view.

Families break up when they get hints you don't intend and miss hints that you do.

I cut my own hair. I got sick of barbers because they talk too much. And too much of their talk was about my hair coming out.