There Ain't Nothin' To Dyin',

Yet Technique Matters, Even So. God Uses It, For A Buffalo Is Not A Leopard.

The True Feeling Of Sex Is That Of A Deep Intimacy, But Above All Of A Deep Complicity.

I Need About One Hundred Fifty Drafts Of A Poem To Get It Right, And Fifty More To Make It Sound Spontaneous.

What A View, I Said Again. The River Was Blank And Mindless With Beauty. It Was The Most Glorious Thing I Have Ever Seen. But It Was Not Seeing, Really. For Once It Was Not Just Seeing. It Was Beholding. I Beheld The River In Its Icy Pit Of Brightness, In Its Far-below Sound And Indifference, In Its Large Coil And Tiny Points And Flashes Of The Moon, In Its Long Sinuous Form, In Its Uncomprehending Consequence.

William Packard Surely Must Be One Of The Great Editors Of Our Time.