Robert Creeley

Suddenly the whole imagination of writing and editorial and newspaper and all these presumptions about who am I reading this, and who else other people may be, and all that, it's so grimly brutal!

The pattern of the narrative never of necessity wants to end, it never has to.

The irony of our social group is that so often everyone feels this, but there's no company whatsoever in that feeling. Think of Pound's great emphasis, the way out is via the door.

Have you ever been offered a job by a poor person? No one has.

I think when judges are in the position of authority, they really get bent out of shape when someone tells them they acted inappropriately.

I guess I just don't like being physically in front of people I don't know very well, because I expect to be 'seen through,' or, even worse, instantly hated.