Poetry is not the record of an event: it is an event.

If youth is a defect, it is one we outgrow too soon.

In the end, there is no end.

We feel the machine slipping from our hands As if someone else were steering; If we see light at the end of the tunnel, It's the light of the oncoming train.

The world is absolutely out of control now and is not going to be saved by any reason or unreason.

Their monument sticks like a fishbone in the city's throat.

It is night, And it is vanity, and age Blackens the heart of Adam. Fear, The yellow chirper, beaks its cage.

History has to live with what was here, clutching and close to fumbling all we had - it is so dull and gruesome how we die, unlike writing, life never finishes.

Most poetry is very formal, but when a modern poet is formal he gets more attention for it than old poets did.

I was overcome with an attack of pathological enthusiasm.

Sometimes nothing is so solid to me as writing - I suppose that's what a vocation means - at times a torment, a bad conscience, but all in all, purpose and direction.

Every spot on earth is particular, detailed, and incomprehensibly complex.

No one likes incomplete story, so does the God :-)

If you don't mind me saying, Mr. Hale. She's a keeper." He pointed in Kat's direction.

Each man has to work out his own understanding of what needs to be done, and then prepare himself to take advantage of the opportunity to succeed in a big way.

Don't solve your problems, dissolve your problems - so that they should not recur again.

How am I going to listen to that horrible noise I make without a gram of coke and a couple of double Jack Daniels?

One of the peculiarities of economics is that it still rests on a behavioral assumption-rational utility maximization-that has long since been rejected by sociologists and psychologists.

Every woman should recruit a female friend to take up golf so there will be more women available to play.

I messed up on the Vietnam Special, because I gave it to civilians? Only military men can handle that.

Each time you send love in response to hate, you diffuse the hate.