A poet must discover that it’s his own story that is true, even if the truth is small indeed.
Beware, O wanderer, the road is walking too.
No one else can hold your hand or take this voyage of the soul for you.
Being a writer requires an intoxication with language.
All artists as a type seem to suffer a great deal, but then so do miners.
The danger of civilization, of course, is that you will piss away your life on nonsense.