I feel like a wet seed wild in the hot blind earth.

Man knows so little about his fellows. In his eyes all men or women act upon what he believes would motivate him if he were mad enough to do what the other man or woman is doing.

In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep you are not. And when you are filled with sleep, you never were. I don't know what I am. I don't know if I am or not.

Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.

The poet's voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.

Who is he who will affirm that there must be a web of flesh and bone to hold the shape of love?

It's all now you see: tomorrow began yesterday and yesterday won't be over until tomorrow.