Words are my passion / And out of them and me / I would create beauty.
Without anxiety life would have very little savor.
Poetry has a way of teaching one what one needs to know ... if one is honest.
Do I think there's life after death? No, I think my books are my life after death.
It is good for a professional to be reminded that his professionalism is only a husk, that the real person must remain an amateur, a lover of the work.
Pain can make a whole winter bright, like fever, force us to live deep and hard.