The Smile Was So Painfully Swift And

People Used To Envy Me My Inspiration. I Hate Inspiration. It Takes You Over Completely. I Could Never Wait Until It Passed And I Got Rid Of It.

Part Of The Act Of Creating Is In Discovering Your Own Kind. They Are Everywhere. But Don't Look For Them In The Wrong Places.

Each Man Has His Own Way Of Being Himself And Of Saying It So Ultimately That He Can't Be Denied.

I Used To Think A Bird Couldn't Fly If Its Wings Got Wet.

If The Poet Can No Longer Speak For Society, But Only For Himself, Then We Are At The Last Ditch.