I completed my first novel when I was 19 years old.
There’s always a period of curious fear between the first sweet-smelling breeze and the time when the rain comes cracking down.
Any assault on the borders of perception is going to seem rash at first.
The first Apple was just a culmination of my whole life.
In my experience poetry speaks to you either at first sight or not at all. A flash of revelation and a flash of response. Like lightning. Like falling in love.
I do novels a bit backward. I look for a situation, a milieu first, and then I wait to see who walks into it.
Not long after I published my first book, I quickly found I was terrible at being interviewed.
You must first of all think justly. Don’t sit in judgment over others when you don’t know the truth of the matter.
An educated person must learn to act justly, beginning, first of all, with his thoughts, then later in his deeds. That is what it means to be educated.
To accomplish much you must first lose everything.
Let’s hope the first comes first.
The fair breeze blew, The white foam flew, And the forrow followed free. We were the first to ever burst into the silent sea.
Experience informs us that the first defence of weak minds is to recriminate.
The first great requisite is absolute sincerity. Falsehood and disguise are miseries and misery-makers.
There is By my leaning over the precipice Of your presence and your absence in hopeless fusion My finding the secret Of loving you Always for the first time.
It is impossible for me to envisage a picture as being other than a window, and why my first concern is then to know what it looks out on.
It was in the black mirror of anarchism that surrealism first recognised itself.
Take a deep breath and do the difficult thing first.
A holiday, the day I first named you, “friend.”
The first act of insight is throw away the labels.