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

Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket.

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

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

Found objects, chance creations, ready-mades (mass-produced items promoted into art objects, such as Duchamp's "Fountain"-urinal as sculpture) abolish the separation between art and life. The commonplace is miraculous if rightly seen.

One writes because one has been touched by the yearning for and the despair of ever touching the Other.

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.