“To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.”

“Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me.Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.”

“He was trying to fit this Herakles onto the one he knew.”

“XXIV. And kneeling at the edge of the transparent sea I shall shape for myself a new heart from salt and mud”

“Now every mortal has painand sweat is constant,but if there is anything dearer than being alive,it's dark to me.We humans seem disastrously in love with this thing(whatever it is) that glitters on ...”

“LIII.What is the holiness of conversation? It isto master death.”

“The hippy movement was a failure.”

“There is no sadder tale in the annals of architecture than the virtual disappearance of the defining architectural form of the Modern Movement - publicly sponsored housing.”

“The Nazi movement is in many respects one which has my warmest sympathy.”

“All words are pegs to hang ideas on.”

“A word is not the same with one writer as it is with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.”

“No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake....”

“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”

“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.”

“The road to hell is paved with adverbs.”