There are no ordinary feelings. Just as there are no ordinary spring days or kicked over cans of paint.

Hark, dumbass, the error is not to fall but to fall from no height. Don't fall off a curb, fall off a cliff.

You start with a darkness to move through but sometimes the darkness moves through you.

Go down any road far enough and you'll come to a slaughterhouse, but keep going and you'll reach the sea.

I don't believe in writer's block, writing well is very easy; it's writing horribly, the horrible work necessary to do to get to writing well, that is so difficult one may just not be willing to do it.

Poets are excellent students of blizzards and salt and broken statuary, but they are always elsewhere for the test. Any intention in the writing of poetry besides the aim to make a poem, of engaging the materials, SHOULD be disappointed. If the poet does not have the chutzpah to jeopardize habituated assumptions and practices, what will be produced will be sleep without dream, a copy of a copy of a copy.

I was satisfied with haiku until I met you, but now I want a Russian novel, a 50-page description of you sleeping.