Writers are such phonies: they sometimes have wise insights but they don't live by them at all. That's what writers are like...you think they know something, but usually they are just messes.

Let the light be called Day so that men may grow corn or take busses.

Suicide is, after all, the opposite of the poem.

In a dream you are never eighty.

I am teaching... This year it's kind of like having a love affair with a rhinoceros.

Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.

I have been cut in two.