No, I don't make my work in order to challenge or confuse other people's expectations - I only do what I find natural.

Certain gardens are described as retreats when they are really attacks.

The present order is the disorder of the future.

I came to these mediums through having the garden, and of course, people who have designed gardens have always worked in collaboration, and never made their own inscriptions.

People have always found me challenging - I don't know why, when I am only being myself. I don't understand why they find me so annoying but they do. It is pity, but that is how it is.

I am always a beginner. I only try to include different parts of life; the pastoral, the tragic, et cetera.

As a friendly one. I would still like to write concrete poems, but I can only do it sometimes.

Little Sparta is a garden in the traditional sense. It is perhaps not like other modern gardens, but I think that other times would have had no difficulty with it.

What you compose with is neither here nor there, you compose with words, or you compose with stone plants and trees, or you compose with events; the Sheriff's officer, or whatever.

But at the beginning it was clear to me that concrete poetry was peculiarly suited for using in public settings. This was my idea, but of course I never really much got the chance to do it.

But I can only write what the muse allows me to write. I cannot choose, I can only do what I am given, and I feel pleased when I feel close to concrete poetry - still.

For who would dare to assert that eternal happiness can compensate for a single moment's human suffering

I don't believe in hostile moves. I don't believe they carry any value.

These esoteric, intellectual debates-I want them to come to New Jersey and sit across from the widows and the orphans and have that conversation.

the beauty of doing nothing

For me, the fiction writer's job is to take the small, stupid process of learning to use an iPhone - and suddenly you're the guy who's asking your daughter, "When I go on Facebook, can it see me?"

Wild women don't get the blues.

An ideal's love-fraught, imperious call That bides the spheres become articulate.

Courage overrides self-doubt, but does not end it.

Many more schools can be outstanding.

We're a machine and we have to be worked in the same way we have to be fed.