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.

You have to fall in love with hanging around words.

A carbonated wine foisted upon Americans (who else would drink it?) by winery ad agencies as a way of getting rid of inferior champagne by mixing it with inferior burgundy.

A savage is simply a human organism that has not received enough news from the human race.

Nothing goes further toward a man's liberation than the act of surviving his need for character.

Boys are the cash of war.

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.