It's a well-known fact: in order to follow doctor's orders, you have to be healthy as a horse.

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

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

Each of us has a very rich nature and can look at things objectively, from a distance, and at the same time can have something more personal to say about them. I am trying to look at the world, and at myself, from many different points of view. I think many poets have this duality.

Any knowledge that doesn't lead to new questions quickly dies out: it fails to maintain the temperature required for sustaining life.

No day copies yesterday, no two nights will teach what bliss is in precisely the same way, with precisely the same kisses.

My choices are rejections, since there is no other way, but what I reject is more numerous, denser, more demanding than before. A little poem, a sigh, at the cost of indescribable losses.