The past is always a rebuke to the present.
What if angry vectors veer Round your sleeping head, and form. There's never need to fear Violence of the poor world's abstract storm.
Real writers are those who want to write, need to write, have to write.
...a man does not die for words. He dies for his relation to them.
Goodness . . . You got to make it out of badness . . . Because there isn't anything else to make it out of.
I reckon I am a smart aleck, but it is just a way to pass the time.