How to sustain the miracle Of being, that like a muted bell, Or like some ocean-breathing shell, Quivers, intense and still?

Poetry is important. No less than science, it seeks a hold upon reality, and the closeness of its approach is the test of its success.

Poetry is the fiery index to the genius of the age.

Music proposes. Sound disposes.

History Coming too close Is monstrous, like a doll That is alive and bigger than the child Who tries to hold it.

There is no end to grief. Nor no end to poetry.

The poet, like the lover, is a person unable to reconcile what he knows with what he feels. His peculiarity is that he is under a certain compulsion to do so.

Who, except the poets, reads poetry?

A man lives by believing something

Opportunity...it often comes disguised in the form of misfortune or temporary defeat.

After awhile you could get used to anything.

Suffering belongs to no language.

We are the fault line; if you don't deal with this fault line, you're going to have an earthquake, that's what we always said.

When my books were translated, it was always about the characters, because the unique language aspect was lost in translation.

I do about 90 percent of my own stunts, and the things I can't do for insurance reasons, like swinging out of a flying helicopter, I wouldn't want to do anyway.

I'm not prepared to sacrifice my being engaged in the world for just any relationship.

The fact of the matter is, that mistakes are really important way to learn...

Death rides on every passing breeze, He lurks in every flower.