Letters are false really - they are expressions of the way you wish you were instead of the way you are.

The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not. The trade winds blow me, and I do not know where the land is; the waves fold over each other; they are in love with themselves; sleeping in their own skin; and I float over them and I do not know about tomorrow.

It's a little mad, but I believe I am many people. When I am writing a poem, I feel I am the person who should have written it.

I wonder if the artist ever lives his life--he is so busy recreating it.

Images are the heart of poetry ... You're not a poet without imagery.

God has a brown voice, as soft and full as beer.

Depression is boring, I think and I would do better to make some soup and light up the cave.