In poetry compromise is fatal. In action of any cooperative sort it is inevitable. The thing is to find the balance.

I suppose I have written novels to find out what I thought about something and poems to find out what I felt about something.

What can I have that I still want?

A holiday gives one a chance to look backward and forward; to reset oneself by an inner compass.

Though friendship is not quick to burn it is explosive stuff.

...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.

We have to believe that every person counts, counts as a creative force that can move mountains.