The poem is not a thing we see; it is, rather, a light by which we may see.

Poets, we know, are terribly sensitive people, and in my observation one of the things they are most sensitive about is money.

Reality is not a function of the event as event, but of the relationship of that event to past, and future, events.

Storytelling and copulation are the two chief forms of amusement in the South. They're inexpensive and easy to procure.

How life is strange and changeful, and the crystal is in the steel at the point of fracture, and the toad bears a jewel in its forehead, and the meaning of moments passes like the breeze that scarcely ruffles the leaf of the willow.

[A]nd soon now we shall go out of the house and go into the convulsion of the world, out of history into history and the awful responsibility of Time.

I longed to know the world's name.