No one wants to read poetry. You have to make it impossible for them to put the poem down--impossible for them to stop reading it, word after word. You have to keep them from closing the book.

The world is made up of Stories, not Atoms.

Dreams are the sources of action, the meeting and the end, a resting place among the flight of things.

Beware of those who talk about sacrifice.

In time of crisis, we summon up our strength. Then, if we are lucky, we are able to call every resource, every forgotten image that can leap to our quickening, every memory that can make us know our power. And this luck is more than it seems to be: it depends on the long preparation of the self to be used.

If there were no poetry on any day in the world, poetry would be invented that day. For there would be an intolerable hunger.

The fear of poetry is an indication that we are cut off from our own reality.