I feel often very close to the ecstasy and anguish which lie at the very heart of poetry - I am writing a lot.

in the very long run any success devours - and perhaps also corrupts.

all great people are humble because great people have great work and are humbled by the largeness of their dreams.

we are never done with thinking about our parents, I suppose, and come to know them better long after they are dead than we ever did when they were alive.

Words are my passion / And out of them and me / I would create beauty.

She became for me an island of light, fun, wisdom where I could run with my discoveries and torments and hopes at any time of day and find welcome.

Failure would only be if you had somewhere stopped growing. As far as I can see the whole duty of the artist is to keep on growing.