When writing is good, everything is symbolic, but symbolic writing is seldom good.
[We] make images to see clearly: then we see clearly what we have made.
The man who comes to writing late, but is in essence a writer, may sometimes gain as much as he has lost: his experience of life has given him a subject, he is spared the youthful writer's self-torment and soul-searching.
Cats don't belong to people. They belong to places.
Everyone in California is from somewhere else.
Writes have an island, a center of refuge, within themselves. It is the mind's anchorage, the soul's Great Good Place.