Art is endless like a river flowing, passing, yet remaining.

He constructed a vast labyrinthine of periods, made impassable by the piling-up of clauses upon clauses-clauses in which oversight and bad grammar seemed manifestations of disdain.

Literature is not exhaustible, for the sufficient and simple reason that a single book is not.

I would define the baroque as that style that deliberately exhausts (or tries to exhaust) its own possibilities, and that borders on self-caricature. The baroque is the final stage in all art, when art flaunts and squanders its resources.

Art is endless like a river flowing, passing, yet remaining.

The central fact of my life has been the existence of words and the possibility of weaving those words into poetry.

Death is just infinity closing in.