In our marginal existence, what else is there but this voice within us, this great weirdness we are always leaning forward to listen to?

It is the first experience you ever had of reading a decent poem: 'Oh, somebody else is lonely, too!

in the beginning William Shakespeare was a baby, and knew absolutely nothing. He couldn't even speak.

Although all poets aspire to be birds, no bird aspires to be a poet.

Every time it starts to snow, I would like to have sex.

There is a world which poets cannot seem to enter. It is the world everybody else lives in. And the only thing poets seem to have in common is their yearning to enter this world.

Irreverence is a way of playing hooky and remaining present at the same time.