Read between the lines.Then meet me in the silence if you can.

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

Life comes in clusters, clusters of solitude, then a cluster when there is hardly time to breathe.

There is only one real deprivation... and that is not to be able to give one's gifts to those one loves most.

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

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.

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