I find teaching - I like it, but I find just walking into the classroom and facing the students very difficult.

I think the close work I do as a translator pays off in my writing - I'm always searching for multiple ways to say things.

Like a tropical storm, I, too, may one day become ‘better organized.

But it is curious how you can see that an idea is absolutely true and correct and yet not believe it deeply enough to act on it.

Heart weeps. Head tries to help heart. Head tells heart how it is, again: You will lose the ones you love. They will all go. But even the earth will go, someday. Heart feels better, then. But the words of head do not remain long in the ears of heart. Heart is so new to this. I want them back, says heart. Head is all heart has. Help, head. Help heart.

I don't believe a good poet is very often deliberately obscure. A poet writes in a way necessary to him or her; the reader may then find the poem difficult.

If you think of something, do it. Plenty of people often think, “I’d like to do this, or that.