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.
Every time it starts to snow, I would like to have sex.
People, the people we really love, where did they come from? What did we do to deserve them?
Although all poets aspire to be birds, no bird aspires to be a poet.
A poem is a finished work of the mind, it is not the work of a finished mind.
in the beginning William Shakespeare was a baby, and knew absolutely nothing. He couldn't even speak.