Where words leave off, gesture begins. Don't we speak of a person being speechless with rage, dancing with impatience, setting his teeth? The final motions of the soul are speechless, animal, grotesque, or of an incomparable beauty.
I am known in parts of the world by people who have never heard of Jesus Christ.
Moving pictures need sound as much as Beethoven symphonies need lyrics.
The glamour of it all! New York! America!
Why should poetry have to make sense?
What do you want a meaning for? Life is a desire, not a meaning.