[On filling out a grant application:] I seek an extended period of time, free from all distractions, so that I might be free to be distracted.
Words have a love for each other, a desire that culminates in poetry.
My happiness is marred only by my failure to attain it.
It is the first experience you ever had of reading a decent poem: 'Oh, somebody else is lonely, too!
Every time it starts to snow, I would like to have sex.
The origins of poetry are clearly rooted in obscurity, in secretiveness, in incantation, in spells that must at once invoke and protect, tell the secret and keep it.