If technique is of no interest to a writer, I doubt that the writer is an artist.

As for butterflies, I can hardly conceive of one's attending upon you; but to question the congruence of the complement is vain, if it exists.

Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.

Your thorns are the best part of you.

Any writer overwhelmingly honest about pleasing himself is almost sure to please others.

Originality is... a by-product of sincerity.

Camels are snobbish and sheep, unintelligent; water buffaloes, neurasthenic-- even murderous. Reindeer seem over-serious.

Omissions are not accidents.

The hands are the heart's messengers.

The passion for setting people right is in itself an afflictive disease.

When one cannot appraise out of one's own experience, the temptation to blunder is minimized, but even when one can, appraisal seems chiefly useful as appraisal of the appraiser.

Scratch a dog and you'll find a permanent job.

I don't have a sidekick - no Ed McMahon. So when I go out there, I'm lonely. It's scary.

I used to get on a stove wood pile at 5-6 years old and I would have a piece of stove wood and kindling bark as a pick, and I was a star.

There are not too many people with an opinion I care for.

I think the French Open, in many ways, brought out a certain characteristic in me and in my game that was already there. Just the circumstances allowed for it to be able to show.

No matter how closely we look, it is difficult to find a mental act that can take place without the support of some physical function.

You've seen my descent, now watch my rising.

Wherever you find a sentence musically worded, of true rhythm and melody in the words, there is something deep and good in the meaning too.

TV is part of your life - it makes you feel connected to the rest of the world - as opposed to someone else's perspective crushed into a few hours.