We name one thing and then another. That’s how time enters poetry. Space, on the other hand, comes into being through the attention we pay to each word. The more intense our attention, the more space, and there’s a lot of space inside words.

I slept little, read a lot, and fell in love frequently.

I was already dozing off in the shade, dreaming that the rustling trees were my many selves explaining themselves all at the same time so that I could not make out a single word. My life was a beautiful mystery on the verge of understanding, always on the verge! Think of it!

If I believe in anything, it is in the dark night of the soul. Awe is my religion, and mystery is its church.

I'm not a stickler for truth. To me, lying in poetry is much more fun. I'm against lying in life, in principle, in any other activity except poetry.

Poetry is an orphan of silence.

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.