There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.

We're artists too, but we do a good job hiding it, don't we?

Write in the morning, revise in the afternoon, read at night, and spend the rest of your time exercising your diplomacy, stealth, and charm.

You can woo a girl with a poem, but you can't hold onto her with a poem. Not even with a poetry movement.

A person could be immensely happy reading only him or the writers he loved. But that would be too easy.

I started to think about the abyss that separates the poet from the reader and the next thing I knew I was deeply depressed.

For a while, Criticism travels side by side with the Work, then Criticism vanishes and it's the Readers who keep pace. The journey may be long or short.

If we don't fear God, it's because we don't know God.

For I say there is no other thing that is worse than the sea is for breaking a man, even though he may a very strong one.

He looked at me as if I was a side dish he hadn't ordered.

I don't accept what people say. I took something to be copied recently, to be enlarged and blown up, and they said it couldn't be done, and I went somewhere five minutes away, and they did it.

It's not Spring Break until somebody dies!

You might be a redneck if your biggest ambition in life is to git that big ole coon. The one what hangs 'round over yonder, back'ah Bubba's barn.

I have been in danger of being drowned twice.

Love is the answer for the team's success.

I just noticed recently that in one book after another I seem to find an excuse to find some character who, to put it idiotically simply, is allowed to talk crazy.

When did having a life become an event you had to schedule?