It is not what you say that matters but the manner in which you say it; there lies the secret of the ages.

Sometimes I find myself thinking, rather wistfully, about Lao Tzu's famous dictum: 'Govern a great nation as you would cook a small fish.' All around me I see something very different, let us say - a number of angry dwarfs trying to grill a whale.

I think all writing is a disease. You can't stop it.

To refine, to clarify, to intensify that eternal moment in which we alone live there is but a single force the imagination.

The American idiom has much to offer us that the English language has never heard of

A poem is this:/A nuance of sound/delicately operating/upon a cataract of sense/...the particulars/of a song waking/upon a bed of sound.

Outside, the north wind, coming and passing, swelling and dying, lifts the frozen sand drives it a-rattle against the lidless windows and we may dear sit stroking the cat stroking the cat and smiling sleepily, prrrr.