The trouble with being poor is that it takes up all of your time.
Someone dragged me by my arms out onto the road, then shoved me, stumbling, down a paved road.
You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
Nobody can be exactly like me. Sometimes even I have trouble doing it.
I write because I'm afraid to say some things out loud.
Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
Life is a great big canvas; throw all the paint on it you can.