Someone said, in a simplistic way maybe, that all American poetry is either cooked or raw, and if it's cooked, it comes from Poe.

Aurelie Sheehan's absorbing stories have depth miles beneath their compelling surface. They radiate a wisdom, beauty and originality rare in contemporary fiction.

If you're not happy, if you're not Emmersonianly happy and think everything's going to get better, then you're just sort of a dark animal.

Someone once told me years ago that there was nothing so dead as a warmed-over love affair.

All the dead bolts, pulled shades and hidden knives in the world couldn't protect you from the truth.

You can take no credit for beauty at sixteen. But if you are beautiful at sixty, it will be your soul's own doing.

You see, I was never stage-struck the way most girls were.

The fear of death is the fear of the end of an illusion; so long as the illusion persists so long will the fear remain.

The cool thing about passion is that no matter how good or bad a day you're having, tomorrow's going to be better because passion finds some way of doubling itself.

If Beethoven and Bach hooked up with Mozart and made a band, they could be a distant runner up to The D.

There is no endeavor more noble than the attempt to achieve a collective dream.

An education could be given which would sift individuals, discovering what they were good for, and supplying a method of assigning each to the work in life for which his nature fits him.

Light is snow sifted / To an abstraction.

I came from Canada, where it's freezing cold for seven months out of the year.