Written by a sponge dipped in warm milk and sprinkled with sugar.

I'm smiled out, talked out, quipped out, socialized so far from any being, I need the weight of mortal silences to get realized back into myself.

The reader deserves an honest opinion. If he doesn't deserve it, give it to him anyhow.

Tell me how much a nation knows about its own language, and I will tell you how much that nation knows about its own identity.

The classroom should be an entrance into the world, not an escape from it.

What has any poet to trust more than the feel of the thing? Theory concerns him only until he picks up his pen, and it begins to concern him again as soon as he lays it down.

The success of the poem is determined not by how much the poet felt in writing it, but by how much the reader feels in reading it.