Existentialists are monumentally and monotonously serious; they don't like to joke.

Dying - you can't do that to a cat.

When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it.

Memory at last has what I sought.

I started earning a living as a poet rather early on.

Contemporary poets are skeptical and suspicious even, or perhaps especially, about themselves. They publicly confess to being poets only reluctantly, as if they were a little ashamed of it. But in our clamorous times it's much easier to acknowledge your faults, at least if they're attractively packaged, than to recognize your own merits, since these are hidden deeper and you never quite believe in them yourself.

After every war someone has to tidy up.