The life of a poet lies not merely in the finite language-dance of expression but in the nearly infinite combinations of perception and memory combined with the sensitivity to what is perceived and remembered.

The sum of the crowd's IQ was far below that of its most modest single member. Mobs have passions, not brains.

I loved you backward and forward in time. I loved you beyond boundaries of time and space.

Context is to data what water is to a dolphin

It no longer matters who consider themselves the masters of events. Events no longer obey their masters.

Most of us do know we have no immortality. And when you've found a genius, someone who has already purchased his immortality in musical or literary terms, it's maddening.

There is a fullness and calmness there which can come only from knowing pain.