...few young poets [are] testing their poems against the ear. They're writing for the page, and the page, let me tell you, is a cold bed.

The universe is a continuous web. Touch it at any point and the whole web quivers.

I can hardly wait for tomorrow, it means a new life for me each and every day.

Be what you are. Give What is yours to give. Have Style. Dare.

We have to learn how to live with our frailties. The best people I know are inadequate and unashamed.

The poem comes in the form of a blessing, like rapture breaking on the mind.

You must be careful not to deprive the poem of its wild origin.

I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray.

What makes the engine go? Desire, desire, desire.

The poem in the head is always perfect. Resistance begins when you try to convert it into language.

Deftly they opened the brain of a child, and it was full of flying dreams.

I will not have youbuild me into your lifewhen what i want is tobuild a life with you

I've been a fugitive from reality since forever.

My dream had always just been to do my work well, fall in love and build a life for myself.

Man can be defined, if one wishes, as a languag-ized mammal.

The things I keep going back to, rereading, maybe they say more about me as a reader than about the books. Love in the Time of Cholera, Pale Fire.

Actors who say they don't watch TV are stupid. I was raised by TV! And it's how I research for auditions.

The cello is such a melancholy instrument, such an isolated, miserable instrument.

Everyone's looking to the urban scene for inspiration now.

I cannot persuade myself that without love to others, and without, as far as rests with me, peaceableness toward all, I can be called a worthy servant of Jesus Christ.

If all the year were playing holidays; To sport would be as tedious as to work.