[Prozac] didn't seem to have any effect whatsoever on my melancholy, my dark vision, and everything else that I'd taken it for.

Poetry is a verdict rather than an intention.

Reality is one of the possibilities I cannot afford to ignore

There is a war between the ones who say there is a war and the ones who say there isn't.

I didn't want to write for pay. I wanted to be paid for what I write.

To every people the land is given on condition. Perceived or not, there is a Covenant, beyond the constitution, beyond sovereign guarantee, beyond the nation's sweetest dreams of itself.

And what can I tell you, my brother, my killer, what can I possibly say? I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you, I'm glad you stood in my way