All imperfection is easier to tolerate if served up in small doses.

I prefer the absurdity of writing poems to the absurdity of not writing poems.

We're extremely fortunate not to know precisely the kind of world we live in. One would have to live a long, long time, unquestionably longer than the world itself.

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

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

I'm drowning in papers.

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.