the artist is not separate from the work and therefore cannot judge it.

When the bright angel dominates, out comes a great work of art, a Michelangelo David or a Beethoven symphony.

A new year can begin only because the old year ends.

I'm apt to get drunk on words...Ontology: the word about the essence of things; the word about being.

I do not think that I will ever reach a stage when I will say, "This is what I believe. Finished." What I believe is alive ... and open to growth

There is little character or loveliness in the face of someone who has shunned risk, avoided suffering and rejected life

In your language you have a form of poetry called the sonnet…There are fourteen lines, I believe, all in iambic pentameter. That’s a very strict rhythm or meter…And each line has to end with a rigid pattern. And if the poet does not do it exactly this way, it is not a sonnet…But within this strict form the poet has complete freedom to say whatever he wants…You’re given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you.