That's a very good way to learn the craft of writing - from reading.

A man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you'd think misfortune would get tired but then time is your misfortune

Man performs and engenders so much more than he can or should have to bear. That's how he finds that he can bear anything.

The poet's voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.

Then Ben wailed again, hopeless and prolonged. It was nothing. Just sound. It might have been all time and injustice and sorrow become vocal for an instant by a conjunction of planets.

When I have one martini, I feel bigger, wiser, taller. When I have a second, I feel superlative. When I have more, there's no holding me.

It's always the idle habits you acquire which you will regret. Father said that. That Christ was not crucified: he was worn away by a minute clicking of little wheels. That had no sister.