Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if the women don't get you then the whiskey must.

Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable.

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

I have become infected, now that I see how beautifully a book is coming out of all this.

Poetry is a dance music measuring buck-and-wing follies along with the gravest and stateliest dead-marches.

Not often in the story of mankind does a man arrive on earth who is both steel and velvet, who is as hard as rock and soft as drifting fog, who holds in his heart and mind the paradox of terrible storm and peace unspeakable and perfect.

When I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on.