This morning of the small snow I count the blessings, the leak in the faucet which makes of the sink time, the drop of the water on water.

You don't help people in your poems. I've been trying to help people all my life - that's my trouble.

I don't live for poetry. I live far more than anybody else does.

You can read everybody. It's not even interesting to tell the truth because to some extent it's false.

You can do anything, literally, right? That's one of the exciting possibilities of the present.

When will government cease being a nuisance to everybody?