The Breath That Sharpens Life Is Life

It's Easy To Write When You've Nothing To Write About (that Is, When You Are Young).

Sex Is Designed For People Who Like Overcoming Obstacles.

I Think That At The Bottom Of All Art Lies The Impulse To Preserve.

Heads In The Women's Ward On Pillow After Pillow Lies The Wild White Hair And Staring Eyes; Jaws Stand Open; Necks Are Stretched With Every Tendon Sharply Sketched; A Bearded Mouth Talks Silently To Someone No One Else Can See. Sixty Years Ago They Smiled At Lover, Husband, First-born Child. Smiles Are For Youth. For Old Age Come Death's Terror And Delirium.

I Can't Understand These Chaps Who Go Round American Universities Explaining How They Write Poems: It's Like Going Round Explaining How You Sleep With Your Wife.