The poem . . . is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful. And in the end, the poem is not a thing we see-it is, rather, a light by which we may see-and what we see is life.

The poem . . . is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful. And in the end, the poem is not a thing we see-it is, rather, a light by which we may see-and what we see is life.

Maybe a man has to sell his soul to get the power to do good.

All I've tried to do (with my writing) is capture the essence of my time.

You have to make the good out of the bad because that is all you have got to make it out of.

There is no country but the heart.

The image that fiction presents is purged of the distractions, confusions and accidents of ordinary life.