I once had the nerve to ask Picasso the question, 'What is art?' He answered, 'Art is a lie which makes us see the truth.

If you write well, you don't have to dress funny.

You are bound, my hunch is, to make it just fine.

Poetry is a hazardous occupation, very hazardous. There may be bad things in there inside you that maybe you can't handle.

I do think the author ought to be able to give a good reason for the way things are in his poem. Not a bad question to ask oneself.

I feel very happy to see the sun come up every day. I feel happy to be around. ... I like to take this day- any day-and go to town with it.

Flight is the only truly new sensation than men have achieved in modern history.