Poetry is the alchemy which teaches us to convert ordinary materials into gold.

Worlds self made are so full of monsters and demons.

I know no joy as great as a moment of rushing into a new love, no ecstasy like that of a new love.

In music I feel most deeply the passing of things.

For you and for me the highest moment, the keenest joy, is not when our minds dominate but when we lose our minds, and you and I both lose it in the same way, through love.

The monster I kill every day is the monster of realism. The monster who attacks me every day is destruction. Out of the duel comes the transformation. I turn destruction into creation over and over again.

The violence and obscenity are left unadulterated, as manifestation of the mystery and pain which ever accompanies the act of creation.