Arithmetic is numbers you squeeze from your head to your hand to your pencil to your paper till you get the answer.

Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?

Poetry is a puppet-show, where riders of skyrockets and divers of sea fathoms gossip about the sixth sense and the fourth dimension.

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work. I am the grass. I cover all.

I make it clear why I write as I do and why other poets write as they do. After hundreds of experiments I decided to go my own way in style and see what would happen.

A liar is a liar and lives on the lies he tells and dies in a life of lies.

Poetry is a fossil rock-print of a fin and a wing, with an illegible oath between.