But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare of interest and passion.

I dream too much, work too little.

If only a group of people were more important to me than the idea of a Novel, I might begin a novel.

I do not fear it: I have been there.

Backward we traveled to reclaim the day Before we fell, like Icarus, undone; All we find are altars in decay And profane words scrawled black across the sun.

Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.

Poetry, I feel, is a tyrannical discipline, you've got to go so far, so fast, in such a small space that you've just got to turn away all the peripherals.