In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.

It's hard to get into this world and hard to get out of it, and what's in between doesn't make much sense.

Humor is the most engaging cowardice.

I have just been to a city in the West, a city full of poets, a city they have made safe for poets. The whole city is so lovely that you do not have to write it up to make it poetry; it is ready-made for you. But, I don't know - the poetry written in that city might not seem like poetry if read outside of the city. It would be like the jokes made when you were drunk; you have to get drunk again to appreciate them.

He burned his house down for the fire insurance and spent the proceeds on a telescope.

Love has earth to which she clings.

People who read me seem to be divided into four groups: twenty-five percent like me for the right reasons; twenty-five percent like me for the wrong reasons; twenty-five percent hate me for the wrong reasons; twenty-five percent hate me for the right reasons. It's that last twenty-five percent that worries me.