It might be a bad thing, not to know what's going on in the world. I can't say I really approve of it.

At one point I took on a new job, and I just didn't have time to do anything but work.

Maybe we can use a metaphor for it, out of dance. I think for many years I was aware of the need, in dance and in life, to breathe deeply and to take in more air than we usually take in.

I think that my work is easy to understand because I am not a thinker, I am not a... How can I put it? I write the way I perceive, I guess.

This creature of the poem may assemble itself into a being with its own centrifugal force.

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.

it is forbidden to love where we are not loved