I lit a thin green candle to make you jealous of me, but the room just filled up with mosquitoes.

I was 15 when I first became deeply touched by the rhythm and structure of words.

The cutting of the gem has to be finished before you can see whether it shines.

Take one step to the side and it's all absurd.

Your body will never be familiar.

I've always held the song in high regard because songs have got me through so many sinks of dishes and so many humiliating courting events.

I alwaysthought of myself as a competent, minor poet. I know who I'm up against.