I think there is a choice possible to us at any moment, as long as we live. But there is no sacrifice. There is a choice, and the rest falls away. Second choice does not exist. Beware of those who talk about sacrifice.

Try to live as if there were a God

Beware of those who talk about sacrifice.

Exchange is creation.

Outrage and possibility are in all the poems we know.

I am working out the vocabulary of my silence.

The process of writing a poem represents work done on the self of the poet, in order to make form.