Shared Laughter Is Erotic Too.

Work Is Its Own Cure. You Have To Like It Better Than Being Loved.

My Strength And My Weakness Are Twins In The Same Womb.

The Real Writer Is One Who Really Writes.

I Don't Think Writers Change The Past Any More Than Other People Do, Except In So Far As We May Mine Our Lives And Change Things For Fictional Use.

The Mind Wraps Itself Around A Poem. It Is Almost Sensual, Particularly If You Work On A Computer. You Can Turn The Poem Round And About And Upside Down, Dancing With It A Kind Of Bolero Of Two Snakes Twisting And Coiling, Until The Poem Has Found Its Right And Proper Shape.