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.

Animals don't even try to look any different from what nature intended. They humbly wear their shells, scales, spines, plumes, pelts, and down. ... The conscious impulse to change one's appearance is found only among humans.

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

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

I am who I am. A coincidence no less unthinkable than any other.

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

All the best have something in common, a regard for reality, an agreement to its primacy over the imagination. Even the richest, most surprising and wild imagination is not as rich, wild and surprising as reality. The task of the poet is to pick singular threads from this dense, colorful fabric.