Loveless work, boring work, work valued only because others haven't got even that much, however loveless and boring - this is one of the harshest human miseries.

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

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

You can find the entire cosmos lurking in its least remarkable objects.

Everyone needs solitude, especially a person who is used to thinking about what she experiences. Solitude is very important in my work as a mode of inspiration, but isolation is not good in this respect. I am not writing poetry about isolation.

Even boredom should be described with gusto. How many things are happening on a day when nothing happens?

I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.