I believe poetry has very little to do with memory.

Who doesn't want to just disappear, at some point in the day, in a year, to just step off the map and float?

By the time I'm nine I know the world is a dangerous place. I've heard whispers about razorblades in apples, about Charlie Manson and his family. But no one is offering any clear information.

I can weep pretty easily. I can get tears in my eyes from a beautiful work of art.

There is a physics to the world, which non-fiction has a contract to stand in awe of, otherwise it becomes completely self-centered and ego-driven, which is the death of a memoir.

Writers, especially poets, are particularly prone to madness.

If you're going to write about someone's life, you don't just use them for wallpaper. You have to honor and respect that life.