The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcome.

Summer for prose and lemons, for nakedness and languor.

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

Peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.

I read; I travel; I become

You can't write drunk.

The thing that is believed is a reality.