The grave's a fine and quiet place but none I think do finish their books from there.

That is the creative artist - a penalty of the creative artist - wanting to make order out of chaos.

Emotion combined with an artist's discipline is the rarest thing in the world.

The creative artist is the one wanting to make order out of chaos. The rest of us just accept disorder -if we even recognize it- and get a bang out of our five beautiful senses, if we’re lucky.

A cloud of white death veiled in black…

I am not afraid of death. When I have to confront the great reaper, I would like to recall Bernanos' words- 'And now, just the two of us!'.

As a kid I was enamored with fiction, most of it utterly forgettable and long forgotten.

Einstein was always looking for a unifying principle for the universe. I think anxiety about hair is the unifying principle.

When you imagine that if all these 9 billion people claim all these resources, then the earth will explode.

Poetry is on earth to make you serene, not corrupt your mind, thoughts,or emotions

It is when my umbrella turns inside out that I am convinced of the total depravity of inanimate things.

Revision, once well done, becomes a sort of automatic itch which you scratch in the next work without thinking about it.

If the reviews hurt they're probably right on some level.