I like to read because it kills me.

If you have any idea for a poem, an exact grid of intent, you are on the wrong path, a dead-end alley, at the top of a cliff you haven't even climbed. This is a lesson that can only be learned by trial and error.

I like to read because it kills me.

I remember being so young I thought all artists were famous.

We are all one question, and the best answer seems to be love—a connection between things.

the wasting of time is the most personal, most private, most intimate form of conversation with oneself, as well as with another.

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