Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.

Sometimes I dream a sentence and write it down. It’s usually nonsense, but sometimes it seems a key to another world.

I never had much education in English poetry as such.

We're talking about the struggle to drag a thought over from the mush of the unconscious into some kind of grammar, syntax, human sense; every attempt means starting over with language. Starting over with accuracy.

Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.

No need to fear death. There will be a tunnel and light.

There is no person without a world.