I suppose every poet has his own private mythology. Maybe he's unaware of it. People tell me that I have evolved a private mythology of tigers, of blades, of labyrinths, and I"m unaware of the fact this is so. My readers are finding it all the time. But I think perhaps that is the duty of poet.

To die for a religion is easier than to live it absolutely.

Every man should be capable of all ideas.

If you using local color in an unobtrusive way, it is all for the good. But if you stress it, the whole thing is artificial. But it should be used, I mean, it's not forbidden. But you don't have to stress it.

Best thing to happen for a poet. A fine death, no? An impressive death.

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

Like all those possessing a library, Aurelian was aware that he was guilty of not knowing his in its entirety.