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

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

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

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.

Memory at last has what I sought.

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!

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