But Blake's voices returned to dictate revisions.

We learned how to love each other by loving together good things wholly outside each other.

Mere literary talent is common; what is rare is endurance, the continuing desire to work hard at writing.

Baseball is continuous, like nothing else among American things, an endless game of repeated summers, joining the long generations of all the fathers and all the sons.

If work is no antidote to death, nor a denial of it, death is a powerful stimulus to work. Get done what you can.

Great literature, if we read it well, opens us up to the world and makes us more sensitive to it, as if we acquired eyes that could see through things and ears that could hear smaller sounds.

Baseball is fathers and sons. Football is brothers beating each other up in the backyard.

Baseball, because of its continuity over the space of America and the time of America, is a place where memory gathers.

You think that their dying is the worst thing that could happen. Then they stay dead.

If the poet wants to be a poet, the poet must force the poet to revise. If the poet doesn't wish to revise, let the poet abandon poetry and take up stamp-collecting or real estate.

To desire to write poems that endure-we undertake such a goal certain of two things: that in all likelihood we will fail, and if we succeed we will never know it

All they had to do was let go, and they'd be free. But they held on.

If two people are destined to be together, they will bump to each other and fall in love in the RIGHT PLACE and in the RIGHT time.

You are still thinking like a child, talking about friendship and crap. You’ll regret it when you see one of them die in front of you.

When you taste super-success after tasting super-failure, there is huge relief.

In the end it doesn't matter what you do.

I have yet to encounter that common myth of weak men, an insurmountable barrier.

Donald Trump is saying we're going to end the lawlessness at the border and we're going to push Mexico to do better. So there's been a reaction by the activist community to attack him.

I don't know if I can articulate how I feel. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would make it here.

The book belongs to the author.

There is a lot lacking on the intellectual side and on the values side when being an actor.