People who cannot feel punish those who do.

Fire is a good companion for the mind.

Poetry finds its perilous equilibrium somewhere between music and speech.

Poetry has a way of teaching one what one needs to know ... if one is honest.

The creative person, the person who moves from an irrational source of power, has to face the fact that this power antagonizes. Under all the superficial praise of the creative is the desire to kill. It is the old war between the mystic and the nonmystic, a war to the death.

Human relations just are not fixed in their orbits like the planets -- they're more like galaxies, changing all the time, exploding into light for years, then dying away.

Mountains define you. You cannot define / Them.