“The poet lives as long as his lines are imprinted on the minds of his readers.”

We are not helpless Creatures crashing onwards irresistibly to doom.

Edinburgh is an experience A city of enormous gifts Whose streets sing of history Whose cobbles tell tales.

There’s no leaving Edinburgh, No shifting it around: it stays with you, always.

There is time for everything and time to choose For everything.We are that time, that choice.

That which once united man Now drives him apart.

Everybody gets what he deserves.

I can understand the allure of a venerable Big Six imprint, of a shot at the New York Times list, of a publisher-sponsored book tour, of seeing your hardbacks in bookstores and your paperbacks in supermarkets.

Good and bad, happy and sad, all thoughts vanish into emptiness like the imprint of a bird in the sky.

Few names have left a firmer imprint upon the pages of the history of American times than has that of Ty Cobb… he seems to have understood that in the competition of baseball, just as in war, defensive strategy never has produced ultimate victory.

Memory is not just the imprint of the past time upon us; it is the keeper of what is meaningful for our deepest hopes and fears.

Each of us bears the imprint of a friend met along the way; In each the trace of each.

Rape is a crime against sleep and memory; it’s afterimage imprints itself like an irreversible negative from the camera obscura of dreams.

Even from their infancy we frame them to the sports of love: their instruction, behavior, attire, grace, learning and all their words azimuth only at love, respects only affection. Their nurses and their keepers imprint no other thing in them.

Age imprints more wrinkles in the mind than it does on the face.