We make too much of that long groan which underlines the past.

What are men? Children who doubt.

Any serious attempt to try to do something worthwhile is ritualistic.

If you know what you are going to write when you're writing a poem, it's going to be average.

Memory that yearns to join the centre, a limb remembering the body from which it has been severed, like those bamboo thighs of the god.

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

You can't write drunk.