Something in me will save me from utter ruin no matter what comes.

I’m a poet. And then I put the poetry in the drama. I put it in short stories, and I put it in the plays. Poetry’s poetry. It doesn’t have to be called a poem, you know.

The helpless can't help the helpless.

All good art is an indiscretion.

These are the intensities that one cannot live with, that he has to outgrow if he wants to survive. But who can help grieving for them? If the blood vessels could hold them, how much better to keep those early loves with us?

The world is a funny paper read backwards. And that way it isn't so funny.

Oh, you can't describe someone you're in love with!