Washington isn't a city, it's an abstraction.

Dylan talked copiously, then stopped. 'Somebody's boring me,' he said, 'I think it's me.'

There is only one position for an artist anywhere; and that is upright.

An alcoholic is someone you don't like who drinks as much as you do.

Whatever talents I possess may suddenly diminish or suddenly increase. I can with ease become an ordinary fool. I may be one now. But it doesn't do to upset one's own vanity.

Never be lucid, never state, if you would be regarded great.

I went on all over the States, ranting poems to enthusiastic audiences that, the week before, had been equally enthusiastic about lectures on Railway Development or the Modern Turkish Essay.

I've just had eighteen straight whiskies. I think that's the record.

The land of my fathers. My fathers can have it.

My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with my eyes hanging out.

When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.

He who seeks rest finds boredom. He who seeks work finds rest.

Don't be too harsh to these poems until they're typed. I always think typescript lends some sort of certainty: at least, if the things are bad then, they appear to be bad with conviction.

Great is the hand that holds dominion over man by a scribbled name.

But time has set its maggot on their track.

Somebody's boring me. I think it's me.

The function of posterity is to look after itself.

Though lovers be lost love shall not.

Washington isn't a city, it's an abstraction.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

These poems, with all their crudities, doubts, and confusions, are written for the love of Man and in praise of God, and I'd be a damn' fool if they weren't.

Go on thinking that you don't need to be read and you'll find that it may become quite true: no one will feel the need tom read it because it is written for yourself alone; and the public won't feel any impulse to gate crash such a private party.

As I read more and more - and it was not all verse, by any means - my love for the real life of words increased until I knew that I must live with them and in them, always. I knew, in fact, that I must be a writer of words, and nothing else.

Do not go gentle into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Every device there is in language is there to be used, if you will. Poets have got to enjoy themselves sometimes, and the twistings and convolutions of words, the inventions and contrivances, are all part of the joy that is part of the painful, voluntary work.

I have never sat down and studied the Bible, never consciously echoed its language, and am, in reality, as ignorant of it as most brought-up Christians. All of the Bible that I use in my work is remembered from childhood and is the common property of all who were brought up in English-speaking communities.

No honest writer today can possibly avoid being influenced by Freud through his pioneering work into the Unconscious and by the influence of those discoveries on the scientific, philosophic, and artistic work of his contemporaries: but not, by any means, necessarily through Freud's own writing.

The first poems I knew were nursery rhymes, and before I could read them for myself, I had come to love just the words of them, the words alone.

It snowed last year too I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.

The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps so that something that is not in the poem can creep crawl flash or thunder in

It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December in my memory is white as Lapland though there were no reindeers. But there were cats.

Do not go gentle into that good night but rage rage against the dying of the light.

I believe in New Yorkers. Whether they've ever questioned the dream in which they live, I wouldn't know, because I won't ever dare ask that question.

Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toe nails twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that your bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own.

Before you let the sun in, mind it wipes its shoes.

I was a child when the March on Washington led by Martin Luther King occurred, and I wanted to hear what was going on. I wanted to be a part of it. I wanted to contribute in the best way I possibly could.

I bought my first camera in Seattle, Washington. Only paid about seven dollars and fifty cents for it.

Washington, D.C. in 1942 was not the easiest place in the world for a Negro to get along.

The burnt odor in Washington is from the disintegrating authority of the governing classes.

Men of Virginia, countrymen of Washington, of Patrick Henry, of Jefferson, and of Madison, will ye be true to your constitutional faith?

The most difficult owner for me was the late George Marshall of Washington.

Yet there is disappointment in Washington and in the United States that Canada is not supporting us fully.

But it's been a great, humbling - and I've been very honored to have the opportunity to serve and to lead and to be the representative of our soldiers, sailors, airmen and Marines who are in Washington. And it's been the greatest honor of my life.

The Russians obtained a number of plants under Lend-Lease, which had been authorized by Washington, that I thought were not justified for their war effort. They wanted them for postwar use.

If I decide to tour, I definitely would come to Washington, D.C. We'll see.

People like to pigeonhole and say, Well, I'm a Washington insider, and you know, that's quite silly. What does that even mean?

The beginning of 1856 found me teaching in the family of a planter named Bryan, residing in Prince George County, Md., some fifteen or twenty miles from Washington.

The American people are screaming at the top of their lungs to Washington, 'Stop! Stop the spending, stop the job-killing policies.' And yet, Democrats in Washington refuse to listen to the American people.