I think it is extremely interesting to think that, in some cases, vice might be, finally, more redemptive than virtue.

I'm more interested in the writing than in the content per se (good writing can be about wallpaper and I'll devour it).

It is one thing to write a good sentence, another to write a good book.

I do think most poets are in denial about what the real taboos in writing are--the real boundaries.

It is bizarre that some people can't understand how a serious poet could work at a finance firm. Goethe was a bureaucrat. Eliot worked as a banker.

I do not play the instrument In longing but in quest Not to be undertaken Not to be lost In a forest of bliss.

To think of the myriad ways that we live is to think of the ways that we die: Delinquent in our brains, in debt-- If we settle, then, our due account and walk through the forest, Will we finally be free?