A poem is an invitation to a voyage. As in life, we travel to see fresh sights.

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.

Making art in America is about saving one's soul.

I left parts of myself everywhere, The way absent-minded people leave Gloves and umbrellas Whose colors are sad from dispensing so much bad luck

The secret wish of poetry is to stop time.

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!

To submit to chance is to reveal the self and its obsessions.