For writing a first draft requires from the writer a peculiar internal state which ordinary life does not induce. ... how to set yourself spinning?

How you spend your days is how you spend your life.

poetry has been able to function quite directly as human interpretation of the raw, loose universe. It is a mixture, if you will, of journalism and metaphysics, or of science and religion.

We are here to witness the creation and to abet it.

He judged the instant and let go; he flung himself loose into the stars.

Private life, book life, took place where words met imagination without passing through the world.

The interior life is often stupid.