Sometimes I write quickly, sometimes I spend several weeks on a single poem. I would really love for readers not to be able to guess which of the poems took so much work!

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

There's simply too much fuss about myself.

Something doesn't start at its usual time. Something doesn't happen as it should. Someone was always, always here, then suddenly disappeared and stubbornly stays disappeared.

I like being near the top of a mountain. One can't get lost here.

Though I may deny poets their monopoly on inspiration, I still place them in a select group of Fortune's darlings.

Such certainty is beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful still