I was a late bloomer. But anyone who blooms at all, ever, is very lucky.

The older I get, the more I feel.

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.

I have learned to get pleasure from speaking of pain

.. to a poet, the human community is like the community of birds to a bird, singing to each other. Love is one of the reasons we are singing to one another, love of language itself, love of sound, love of singing itself, and love of the other birds.

When I quit all these things and said I didn't have any time, I meant I didn't have any time.

When anyone escapes, my heart / leaps up. Even when it's I who am escaped from, / I am half on the side of the leaver.