all that really matters to me is that there are critics.

I have this rage that I can't explain. It's sad.

My thoughts are really all I think about.

The universe can be incredible! Just try to take this moment in. This is really something!

Allow this poem to carry you beyond yourself, transcending your mortal flesh as you wed yourself with the potentially infinite.

I am not you and all my choices have already been made, good and bad.

I'm a universal patriot...my country is the world.

He who avoids complaint invites happiness.

The avarice of mankind is insatiable; at one time two obols was pay enough; but now, when this sum has become customary, men always want more and more without end.

You've got to listen to your body, notice some trends in yourself and do the best you can to be ready when a finish line approaches.

It's no accident that the church and the graveyard stand side by side. The city of the dead sleeps encircled by the city of the living.

I have an enormous metabolism, so I'm lucky.

At the end of every diet, the path curves back to the trough.

Someone wrote a piece about Henry Green in The Partisan Review that was so intriguing that I got one of his novels, Loving, I believe, which was the first that came to attention in the United States.

Love itself draws on a woman nearly all the bad luck in the world