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

Keep up the good work, if only for a while, if only for the twinkling of a tiny galaxy.

Though I may deny poets their monopoly on inspiration, I still place them in a select group of Fortune's darlings.

I'm old-fashioned and think that reading books is the most glorious pastime that humankind has yet devised.

After every war someone has to tidy up.

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

Sometimes I write quickly, sometimes I spend several weeks on a single poem. I would really love for readers not to be able to guess which of the poems took so much work!