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“I am not in the least fond of Venice. I should like to go far away!”

“I’m not afraid of death; I just don’t want to be there when it happens.”

I have to say I am relieved it is over: at the end I could feel only pity.

“She was breakable, and I probably knew it from the start.”

It’s not clear that Hemingway completely knew what he was doing.

The dean’s voice was stuck in my head. Plagiarism. Expulsion.

Sitting beside a heap of steaming dung I felt in great poetic form.

The true Lesson of the Master is, simply, to husband one’s own stupidity.

Write simple sentences. Report. Don’t moralize. No pretensions.

Merwin discovered and restored eighteen acres of abandoned land.

Amusement is one thing; enjoyment of art is another.

Sometimes a story is like a beehive. Sometimes an idea is like a poem.

Are these poems just cumbersome or a critique of cumbersomeness?

I lost myself in their minds: for the moment I actually became them.

If you want to know what to write, ask yourself what obsesses you.

I hold out hands, empty and poor like a beggar by the temple door.

Young people have a gift for reviving freshness of language.

“I—I am Martin Eden,” Martin began. (“And I want my five dollars.")

After several months, I worked up the courage to share a war poem.

We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.

Hemingway’s The Garden of Eden was edited by Tom Jenks.

No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone.

Buster’s reasons for looking after Marco weren’t entirely altruistic.

The waves of laughters breach an inlet of cumulus and I’m excited.

They rose before us under a halo of lights like figures in a shrine.

He’s not the skinny hippie all the paintings make Him out to be.