The poem . . . is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful. And in the end, the poem is not a thing we see-it is, rather, a light by which we may see-and what we see is life.

You don’t choose a story, it chooses you.

Real writers are those who want to write, need to write, have to write.

The poem is not a thing we see; it is, rather, a light by which we may see.

How do poems grow? They grow out of your life.

The urge to write poetry is like having an itch. When the itch becomes annoying enough, you scratch it.

A symbol serves to combine heart and intellect.