Beware Of Advice-even This.

All My Life I Have Been Trying To Learn, To Read, To See And Hear, And To Write. At Sixty-five I Began My First Novel And After The Five Years, Lacking A Month, I Took To Finish It, I Was Still Traveling, Still A Seeker.

Poetry Is The Arithmetic Of The Easiest Way And The Primrose Path, Matched Up With Foam-flanked Horses, Bloody Knuckles, And Bones, On The Hard Ways To The Stars.

A Book Is Never A Masterpiece: It Becomes One. Genius Is The Talent Of A Dead Man.

Poetry Is An Art Practiced With The Terribly Plastic Material Of Human Language.

I'll Die Propped Up In Bed Trying To Do A Poem About America.