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.
I want a fever, in poetry: a fever, and tranquillity.
The true feeling of sex is that of a deep intimacy, but above all of a deep complicity.
Flight is the only truly new sensation than men have achieved in modern history.
Yet technique matters, even so. God uses it, for a buffalo is not a leopard.
Poetry makes possible the deepest kind of personal possession of the world.