I see a certain order in the universe and math is one way of making it visible.

...I feel more alive when I'm writing than I do at any other time--except when I'm making love. Two things when you forget time, when nothing exists except the moment--the moment of writing, the moment of love. That perfect concentration is bliss.

Poetry is a dangerous profession between conflict and resolution, between feeling and thought, between becoming and being, between the ultra-personal and the universal - and these balances are shifting all the time.

It is a waste of time to see people who have only a social surface to show. I will make every effort to find out the real person, but if I can't, then I am upset and cross. Time wasted is poison.

Mountains define you. You cannot define / Them.

Lunches are just not good. They take the heart out of the day and the spaciousness from the morning's work.

It always comes back to the same necessity: go deep enough and there is a bedrock of truth, however hard.