Love has earth to which she clings.

Americans are like a rich father who wishes he knew how to give his son the hardships that made him rich.

Live life like its the last breath you take for that breath is the whole essence of living, the little things in life are what connects us to all the big things we live for

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

Hell is a half-filled auditorium.

I don't like to see things on purpose. I like them to soak in. A friend . . . asked me to go to the top of the Empire State Building once, and I told him that he shouldn't treat New York as a sight-it's feeling, an emotional experience. And the same with every place else.

I never knew what was meant by choice of words. It was one word or none.