Silly girls your heads full of boys

If you need a certain vitality you can only supply it yourself, or there comes a point, anyway, when no one's actions but your own seem dramatically convincing and justifiable in the plot that the number of your days concocts.

Until, accustomed to disappointments, you can let yourself rule and be ruled by these strings or emanations that connect everything together, you haven't fully exorcised the demon of doubt that sets you in motion like a rocking horse that cannot stop rocking.

There is the view that poetry should improve your life. I think people confuse it with the Salvation Army.

I feel that poetry is going on all the time inside, an underground stream.

Part of the strength of Pollock and Rothko's art, in fact, is this doubt as to whether art may be there at all.

Reading is a pleasure, but to finish reading, to come to the blank space at the end, is also a pleasure.