I Only Hope To Do Well Enough

I Prayed Hard And Only Gradually Became Aware That This Fierce Praying Was A Way Of Finding Prologue And Entrance Into My Own Writing. This Came As Both Astonishment And Relief. When I Thought God Had Abandoned Me, I Discovered That He Had Simply Given Me A Different Voice To Praise The Inexhaustible Beauty Of The Made World.

Writing Poetry And Reading Books Causes Brain Damage.

My Mother Raised Me To Be A Writer.

Some Things Don’t Mix. Some Things Don’t Mix At All, But Sometimes In Life You Have To Take The Risk.

I Would Always Be A Better Hater Of Things And Institutions Than A Lover Of Them.