All the best have something in common, a regard for reality, an agreement to its primacy over the imagination.

Let the people who never find true love keep saying that there's no such thing. Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.

I cannot speak for more than an hour exclusively about poetry. At that point, life itself takes over again.

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

This terrifying world is not devoid of charms, of the mornings that make waking up worthwhile.

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.

Generally speaking, life is so rich and full of variety; you have to remember all the time that there is a comical side to everything.