[in the true mad north] of introspection, where 'falcons of the inner eye' dive and die, glimpsing in their dying fall, all life's memory of existence.

T.S. Eliot's influence was enormous on my generation. Much more than Ezra Pound. I actually had to put T.S. Eliot books out of the house because my poetry was so influenced. Everything I wrote sounded like Eliot.

Don't bow down to critics who have not themselves written great masterpieces.

Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations.

Almost every truly creative being alienated & expatriated in his own country

Make your mind learn its way around the heart.

They were looking for a stable, but we didn't have one. In fact, we weren't very stable ourselves.