Creativity is an unending exercise in uncertainty.

Cherish your human connections: your relationships with friends and family. Even your super weirdo creep cousin.

The government, the state, they're just objects of jokes rather than serious consideration. I can't possibly take them seriously.

All the literati keep at least one imaginary friend.

What concerns me is that man, unable to articulate, to express himself adequately, reverts to action. Since the vocabulary of action is limited, as it were, to his body, he is bound to act violently, extending his vocabulary with a weapon where there should have been an adjective.

If a poet has any obligation toward society, it is to write well. Being in the minority, he has no other choice. Failing this duty, he sinks into oblivion. Society, on the other hand, has no obligation toward the poet.

The eye identifies itself not with the body it belongs to but with the object of its attention.