it is forbidden to love where we are not loved

To me, the mind seems to be spread out in the whole body - the senses are part of the brain. I guess they're not where the thinking is done.

I have learned to get pleasure from speaking of pain

Poets are like steam valves, where the ordinary feelings of ordinary people can escape and be shown.

Baseball is reassuring. It makes me feel as if the world is not going to blow up.

Every poet I know - although there may be some I don't know who lead very different lives, who maybe live in the country and don't teach - tends to be just like the rest of us: just really busy, really overcommitted.

Everyone is so different. I sometimes wish I wrote in a different way. You know, that feeling of: So-and-so writes slowly, if only I wrote slowly.