What is so real as the cry of a child?
If there's anything I look down on, it's a man in a blue outfit.
I like people, but to learn about one individual always appeals to me more than anything.
Like a cat I have nine times to die.
I want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life. I can't be satisfied with the colossal job of merely living. Oh, no, I must order life in sonnets and sestinas and provide a verbal reflector for my 60-watt lighted head.
As a poet, one lives a bit on air. I always like someone who can teach me something practical.