I like art history and art criticism. Leo Steinberg has always been my favorite. Hes very original, very accurate and acute.

You don’t read or overhear the voice in the poem, you are the voice in the poem.

Each poem leads you to the questions it makes sense to ask it.

The non-artists among us are always terribly busy, but finally disappear without a trace.

One could say that artists are people who think naturally in highly patterned ways.

Soul or Intelligence destined to possess the sense of Identity.

The art of utterance persuades initially by its music and its rhythm, before semiotic or personal characteristics come into play.

All good poets of the past, almost without exception, were at least bilingual if not trilingual.

I do not give the honorific name of 'poetry' to the primitive and the unaccomplished.

A poem needs imaginative rhythms as well as imaginative transformation of content.

When I first heard Wallace Stevens voice, it was by chance: a friend wanted to listen to the recording he had made for the Harvard Vocarium Series.

Don’t be with him, don’t want him, don’t go with him. Be with me. Want me. Stay with me.I don’t know how to be without you.

The individual benefits as an individual from his ability to deny the truth even though society as a whole, of which he is a part, suffers.

In my experience, people who don't stick around during the hard times weren't worth having around anyway.

Famous is celebrityism, and I don't want that... I know that I'm not that. Everybody knows who you are. I can't imagine living that life, but I don't think I consider myself famous.

We stand or fall by television.

Being a woman has only bothered me in climbing trees.

I wanna be a president for everyone in America. That's my goal, this what I will do, that's what I've done in my past.

History is replete with instances of men, who, by dying with courage and compassion on their lips converted the hearts of their violent opponents.

Ill never be, like, sippy cup country, or write about everything I do around the house.

The board transported its jurisdiction to a never-never land where a Dorothy of the new millennium might exclaim: "They still call it Kansas, but I don't think we're in the real world anymore."