I published privately a collection of my serious poetry I had written over the years. I only published 50 copies which I gave to friends in a special deluxe edition. It was ridiculously expensive but I'm glad that I did it.

My friends never talk to me about my poetry because they're embarrassed that I write it or they're embarrassed by what I write about which are not such extraordinarily terrifying things but they are the state of human existence.

On July 26 1916 I announced to all my friends in America that from now on I resolved to write no more poems in the classical language and to begin my experiments in writing poetry in the so-called vulgar tongue of the people.

When I was in college I used to write little ditties and short stories and poetry for my friends. Writing a book is another thing. It is so much different from my traditional day of dirty fingernails and greasy hair and hot pans.

Poetry and music are very good friends. Like mommies and daddies and strawberries and cream - they go together.

It is impossible for a lover of cats to banish these alert gentle and discriminating friends who give us just enough of their regard and complaisance to make us hunger for more.

Animals are such agreeable friends - they ask no questions they pass no criticisms.

A peace deal requires agreements and you don't make agreements with your friends you make agreements with your enemies.

I'm at peace with my family my friends myself and God so there's really nothing else that I worry about.

You don't make peace with friends. You make it with very unsavory enemies.