I Believe That Only Poetry

Where Does Discipline End? Where Does Cruelty Begin? Somewhere Between These, Thousands Of Children Inhabit A Voiceless Hell.

A Good Critic Is The Sorcerer Who Makes Some Hidden Spring Gush Forth Unexpectedly Under Our Feet.

I Believe That Only Poetry Counts ... A Great Novelist Is First Of All A Great Poet.

Did You Ever Have A Conversation With Someone Who Misunderstood Everything You Had To Say? It's Exhausting, And The Ironic Part Is That The More You Try And Explain Yourself, The More Mixed Up Things Become. Your Best Friend Knows When You're Kidding, Venting, And Tired. He Or She Knows You And Therefore Doesn't Read Into The Things You Say.

Every Novel Worthy Of The Name Is Like Another Planet, Whether Large Or Small, Which Has Its Own Laws Just As It Has Its Own Flora And Fauna.