No one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them.

You have to know how to look even if you don't know what you're looking for.

Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.

The world is alive and no living thing has any remedy. That is our fortune.

Poetry is the one thing that isn't contaminated, the one thing that isn't part of the game.

Reading is pleasure and happiness to be alive or sadness to be alive and above all it's knowledge and questions.

I kept having dreams all night. I thought they were touching me with their fingers. But dreams don't have fingers, they have fists, so it must have been scorpions.

we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.

In the current socio-political climate, he said to himself, committing suicide is absurd and redundant. Better to become an undercover poet.

Being alone makes us stronger. That’s the honest truth. But it’s cold comfort, since even if I wanted company no one will come near me anymore.

The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.

If you made a better rat than a human, it’s not much to boast about, Peter.

I do believe that during the Bush-Cheney administration, that Vice President Cheney set a tone and an attitude for the CIA.

I don't believe people die. They just go uptown. To Bloomingdales. They just take longer to get back.

The bigger the show, the weirder it is.

The tranquility or agitation of our temper does not depend so much on the big things which happen to us in life, as on the pleasant or unpleasant arrangements of the little things which happen daily.

The methods by which men have met and conquered trouble, or been slain by it, are the same in every age.

Somehow I have the feeling that in some book is the great treasure I've been looking for all my life.

Whether the poet is living or dead, they're part of our imaginative community.

Tabouli is the best salad, but still, you don't win friends with salad

Vores's settings fit Torgove's voice like a knife's sheath; they are alert to the harmony of every poem and to every shift of tonality within.