Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you'll never meet them.

Beauty is nothing, beauty won’t stay. You don’t know how lucky you are to be ugly, because if people like you, you know it’s for something else.

but as God said, crossing his legs, I see where I have made plenty of poets but not so very much poetry.

take a writer away from his typewriter and all you have left is the sickness which started him typing in the beginning

Only the boring get bored

I am a poem. There is no way out.

they simply never understand, do they, that sometimes solitude is one of the most beautiful things on earth?