There's no misery in not being loved, only in not loving.

Everybody has the answers or they'll make them up for you. Just once I'd like to hear a brand-new question.

People often say 'I live for my art.' Bullshit! If you are given a talent it's to be used. It's not in the private domain.

Once I thought ideas were exceptions not the rule. That is not so. Ideas are so plentiful that they ride on air. You have only to reach out and snatch one.

It happens just because we need to want and to be wanted too, when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and listen to the warm.

A poet can't afford to be aloof. The tools of his trade are the people he bumps up against.

People are not born bastards. They have to work at it.