I prefer the absurdity of writing poems to the absurdity of not writing poems.

They say the first sentence in any speech is always the hardest. Well, that one's behind me, anyway.

Whatever inspiration is, it's born from a continuous "I don't know.

I cannot imagine any writer who would not fight for his peace and quiet.

It's just not easy to explain to someone else what you don't understand yourself.

But they know about us, they know, the four corners, and the chairs nearby us. Discerning shadows also know, and even the table keeps quiet.

Even a graphomaniac is an extremely complicated person.