Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair-

Sand. Everywhere. In the bed, in the shower, all over the floor. Grrrrr.

Writing every day is a way of keeping the engine running, and then something good may come out of it.

Not only every great poet, but every genuine, but lesser poet, fulfils once for all some possibility of language, and so leaves one possibility less for his successors.

You must not on any account give me credit for being penetrating. I have impressed people that way before, and the result is always disaster.

When a Cat adopts you, and I am not superstitious at all I don't mean only Black cats there is nothing to be done about it except to put up with it and wait until the wind changes.

There is no escape from metre; there is only mastery.