Get to know other worlds, if only for comparison.

Today when two people decide upon a thoughtless and precipitate abbreviation of the physical space between them, they think, at least at that moment, that they're mutually attracted and drawn together by an overwhelming force.

I'm fighting against the bad poet who is prone to using too many words.

I'd have to be really quick to describe clouds - a split second's enough for them to start being something else.

No one feels good at four in the morning. If ants feel good at four in the morning —three cheers for the ants.

Poets, if they're genuine, must keep repeating "I don't know." Each poem marks an effort to answer this statement, but as soon as the final period hits the page, the poet begins to hesitate, starts to realize that this particular answer was pure makeshift that's absolutely inadequate to boot. So the poets keep on trying, and sooner or later the consecutive results of their self-dissatisfaction are clipped together with a giant paperclip by literary historians and called their oeuvre.

They say the first love's most important. That's very romantic, but not my experience.