You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair," said Anne reproachfully. "People who haven't red hair don't know what trouble is.
All writers are exiles wherever they live and their work is a lifelong journey towards the lost land.
Electricity, the peril the wind sings to in the wires on a gray day.
Language, at least, may give up the secrets of life and death, leading us through the maze to the original Word as monster or angel, to the mournful place where we may meet Job and hear his cry, 'How long will you vex my soul and break me in pieces with words?
They think I'm going to be a schoolteacher but I'm going to be a poet.
Very often the law of extremity demands an attention to irrelevance.
It is always hard to believe that the will to change something does not produce an immediate change.
I can't imagine how you can find the discipline to be emotionally detached reporting on a revolution, the winds of which are blowing right down the hallways of the publication you work for. That's like an orthopedic surgeon trying to perform arthroscopic surgery on their own knee. It's possible, but it's hard to see through all the pain.
Go forward with joyful confidence.
When a dog is drowning, everyone offers him a drink.
One's capacity for friendship, which can be developed, is basic to one's capacity for happiness.