I've had very little sex. I like my Scotch, but I've never been drunk.
If one were forced to select a single word to exemplify Bishop's peculiar charm and power, it might well be 'No. '
I cling to the optimistic belief that the haphazard and the hopscotch, the creature that sips among many flowers, may actually come up with something.
I read not so long ago about the construction of a large telescope in Chile's Atacama Desert, where rainfall can average a millimetre a year and the air is fifty times as dry as the air in Death Valley. Needless to say, skies over the Atacama are pristine. The pilgrim astronomer ventures to the earth's ravaged reaches in order to peer more keenly at other worlds, and I suppose the novelist is up to something similar.
If we do not learn by heart, the heart does not feel the rhythms of poetry as echoes or variations of its own insistent beat.
All visible objects, man, are but as pasteboard masks. But in each event — in the living act, the undoubted deed — there, some unknown but still reasoning thing puts forth the mouldings of its features from behind the unreasoning mask.
Sometimes, all it takes is your smile (even if forced) & a domino effect of smiles happen. . . infectious.
I am in a job where you always look in front of you. Unfortunately, the older you get, the less distance there is in front of you.
You were doing a TV show - you don't realise that you're also making social commentary at the same time.