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

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

When you play chess alone it's always your move.

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

The secret wish of poetry is to stop time.

The ambition of much of today's literary theory seems to be to find ways to read literature without imagination.

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