It takes a spasm of love to write a poem.

What was the point of spending your life with someone you were always looking for ways to decieve?

What a damnably lonely profession writing is! In order to do it, one must banish the world, and having banished it, one feels cosmically alone.

If you apologize for something that isn't your fault in the first place, you, in effect, confirm their belief that it is your fault.

Art keeps one young, I think, because it keeps one perpetually a beginner, perpetually a child.

language can't be appropriated by one person, one poet. The words belong to all of us.

It takes a spasm of love to write a poem.