Some might think that the creativity, imagination, and flights of fancy that give my life meaning are insanity.

Our imagination flies -- we are its shadow on the earth.

A writer should have the precision of a poet and the imagination of a scientist.

Imagination, the supreme delight of the immortal and the immature, should be limited. In order to enjoy life, we should not enjoy it too much.

I have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world’s muteness.

A thousand years ago five minutes were
Equal to forty ounces of fine sand.
Outstare the stars. Infinite foretime and
Infinite aftertime: above your head
They close like giant wings, and you are dead.