"You owe reality nothing and the truth about your feelings everything."
"I will garden on the double run, my rhythm obvious in the ringing rakes, and trust in fate to keep me poor and kind and work until my heart is short, then go out slowly with a feeble grin, my fingers flexing but my eyes gone gray from cramps and the lack of oxygen."
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Source: Richard Hugo, Ripley S. Hugo (1992). “The Real West Marginal Way: A Poet's Autobiography”, p.169, W. W. Norton & Company
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