“The trouble with a baby, for writists, is that they take away your useful melancholy, even the energy to invent some.”
“Nothing fills the world quite as poetry does. A poet need not dwell on the pagecount of his life.”
“To write what you think is to think what you write. Leave those of hollow to their dust. They are but sorry things.”
“I haven't written in a week. It's like holding your breath under water. You feel an awful constriction and then the instinct to propel yourself.”
“It is an awesome tragedy in this life that, when asking what a person is and they reply doctor or lawyer or engineer, we don't say "Well thats a nice little hobby, but why don't you take up writing or painting or music?”
“I have yet to find that one perfect phrase that epitomizes all the mysteries of the universe. Luckily, I doubt to ever pen it in this lifetime, for then the seeking ends; miserable is the day the adventure ends.”
“Like a father with his daughter, the writist plays peek-a-boo with the world. His aim is to evoke that sweet smile, the one that says "i remember you. I am glad you are here again".”