You want happy endings, read cookbooks.

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

You want happy endings, read cookbooks.

A poem should be odd as a small cast-iron platypus.

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

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.

but nothing can be taken back, not the leaves by the trees, the rain by the clouds. You want to take back the ugly thing you said, but some shrapnel remains in the wound, some mud.