There is so much going on all over the world that it's impossible for one person to keep up. And I can't.

I don't think I solve problems in my poetry; I think I uncover the problems.

Messy love is better than none, I guess. I am no authority on sane living.

Whatever the scientists may come up with, writers and artists will continue to portray altered mental states, simply because few aspects of our nature fascinate people so much. The so-called mad person will always represent a possible future for every member of the audience - who knows when such a malady may strike?

Creating some god for one's inspirations was always a good way to avoid accusations of pride should the scheme succeed, as well as the blame if did not.

There is never only one, of anyone

Nothing changes instantaneously: in a gradually heating bathtub you'd be boiled to death before you knew it.