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

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

My happiness is marred only by my failure to attain it.

Once I witnessed a windstorm so severe two 100-year-old trees were uprooted on the spot. The next day, walking among the wreckage, I found the friable nests of birds, completely intact and unharmed on the ground. That the featherweight survive the massive, that this reversal of fortune takes place among us — that is what haunts me. I don’t know what it means.

A poem is a neutrino - mainly nothing - it has no mass and can pass through the earth undetected.

Metaphor is not, and never has been, a mere literary term. It is an event.

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.