The Door Of The Novel,

The Silence Drew Off, Baring The Pebbles And Shells And All The Tatty Wreckage Of My Life.

Secretly, In Studies And Attics And Schoolrooms All Over America, People Must Be Writing.

Living With Him Is Like Being Told A Perpetual Story: His Mind Is The Biggest, Most Imaginative I Have Ever Met. I Could Live In Its Growing Countries Forever.

I Saw The Years Of My Life Spaced Along A Road In The Form Of Telephone Poles Threaded Together By Wires. I Counted One, Two, Three... Nineteen Telephone Poles, And Then The Wires Dangled Into Space, And Try As I Would, I Couldn't See A Single Pole Beyond The Nineteenth.

As A Poet, One Lives A Bit On Air. I Always Like Someone Who Can Teach Me Something Practical.