The truth, it seems, is not just what you find when you open a door: it is itself a door, which the poet is always on the verge of going through.

Stupidity is the same as evil if you judge by the results.

These things you did were like prayers; you did them and you hoped they would save you. And for the most part they did. Or something did; you could tell by the fact that you were still alive.

How could I be sleeping with this particular man.... Surely only true love could justify my lack of taste.

If you want to be a writer, you should go into the largest library you can find and stand there contemplating the books that have been written. Then you should ask yourself, 'Do I really have anything to add?' If you have the arrogance or the humility to say yes, you will know you have the vocation.

When they're gone out of his head, these words, they'll be gone, everywhere, forever. As if they had never been.

I tell, therefore you are.