...the air so still it aches like the place where the tooth was on the morning after you’ve been to the dentist or aches like your heart in the bosom when you stand on the street corner waiting for the light to change and happen to recollect how things once were and how they might have been yet if what happened had not happened.

A symbol serves to combine heart and intellect.

Process as process is neither morally good nor morally bad. We may judge results but not process. The morally bad agent may perform the deed which is good. The morally good agent may perform the deed which is bad. Maybe a man has to sell his soul to get the power to do good.

Nobody had ever told me that anything could be like this.

The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful.

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

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