I would rather be a serf in a poor man's house and be above ground than reign among the dead.
You aren't just the age you are. You are all the ages you ever have been!
You can't be too influenced by a great poet. You simply have to live through it.
All poetry comes from repetition.
The subject matter of the stories on the surface. . . there seem to be a number of stories about travel.
Maybe there are three or four really good poets in a generation.
When you get an idea, go and write. Don't waste it in conversation.
Count up the almonds, Count what was bitter and kept you waking, Count me in too: I sought your eye when you glanced up and no one would see you, I spun that secret thread Where the dew you mused on Slid down to pitchers Tended by a word that reached no one’s heart. There you first fully entered the name that is yours, you stepped to yourself on steady feet, the hammers swung free in the belfry of your silence, things overheard thrust through to you, what’s dead put it’s arm around you too, and the three of you walked through the evening. Render me bitter. Number me among the almonds
I neither look up to the rich or down to the poor.
When you have people who are embarrassing themselves for a living, who are making themselves look foolish and vulnerable and emotional for a living, your day-to-day reality is going to be a high-wire act. People are going to get in fights. People are going to get upset. People are going to walk off set. People are going to call each other names. It happens on every film that has any emotional people.
Human life may be regarded as a succession of frontispieces. The way to be satisfied is never to look back.