Out of the thousands who are known or who want to be known as poets, maybe one or two are genuine and the rest are fakes, hanging around the sacred precincts, trying to look like the real thing.

The winter has not killed usagain!

Love is a fire/It burns everyone/It disfigures everyone/It is the world's excuse for being ugly.

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

I don't think there's any difference between a crush and profound love. I think the experience is that you dissolve your sentries and your battalions for a moment and you really do see that there is this unfixed free-flowing energy of emotion and thought between people, that it really is there.

After a while, if you are sufficiently bored or unemployed, you may want to read it from cover to cover.

When you're not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you've sinned.