I Sometimes Talk About The Making Of

Writing Is Like The Relationship With Your Bowels. First You Can, Then You Can't. Finally, You Must. Only Then Should You Reach For The Paper.

Robert Frost Had Always Said You Mustn't Think Of The Last Line First, Or It's Only A Fake Poem, Not A Real One. I'm Inclined To Agree.

When In Still Air And Still In Summertime A Leaf Has Had Enough Of This, It Seems To Make Up Its Mind To Go; Fine As A Sage Its Drifting In Detachment Down The Road.

I Have A Plot, But Not Much Happens.

I Think There's One Thing Which Distinguishes Our Art - We Don't Consider. We Don't Think. We Write A Little Verse Because It Comes To Us.