We're all taking on too much, we're all asking too much of ourselves. We're all wishing we could do more, and therefore just doing more.

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.

If I wrote in a sonnet form, I would be distorting. Or if I had some great new idea for line breaks and I used it in a poem, but it's really not right for that poem, but I wanted it, that would be distorting.

Once you lose someone it is never exactly the same person who comes back.

I did not know him, I knew my idea of him.

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.

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.