When you get a class reciting some great poems, it'll tear your heart out.

A culture, we all know, is made by its cities.

The truest writers are those who see language not as a linguistic process but as a living element.

Time is the metre, memory the only plot.

We look and see what we see in a mirror, and we believe it. That's important, the question of belief. The question is: Should we believe what we see in a mirror?

Break a vase, and the love that reassembles the fragments is stronger than that love which took its symmetry for granted when it was whole.

When poems are no good they don't make any sense.