Poetry is an orphan of silence.

A 'truth' detached and purified of pleasures of ordinary life is not worth a damn in my view. Every grand theory and noble sentiment ought to be first tested in the kitchen-and then in bed, of course.

Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all others were making ships.

The poem I want to write is impossible. A stone that floats.

Here is something we can all count on. Sooner or later our tribe always comes to ask us to agree to murder.

There are people who live inside their heads and their intellects. It's something one is born with and stuck with. It's not something you make a decision about.

When people ask me how to find happiness in life I tell them, First learn how to cook.