The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Being a poet is one of the unhealthier jobs--no regular hours, so many temptations!

All my life I have lived and behaved very much like the sandpiper - just running down the edges of different countries and continents, 'looking for something'.

The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

If after I read a poem the world looks like that poem for 24 hours or so I'm sure it's a good one—and the same goes for paintings.

What one seems to want in art, in experiencing it, is the same thing that is necessary for its creation, a self-forgetful, perfectly useless concentration.

I am overcome by my own amazing sloth...Can you please forgive me and believe that it is really because I want to do something well that I don't do it at all?

Sometimes it seemsas though only intelligent people are stupid enough to fall in love & only stupid people are intelligent enough to let themselves be loved.

All the untidyactivity continues, awful but cheerful.

Democracy in the contemporary world demands, among other things, an educated and informed people.

Oh, must we dream our dreams and have them, too?

… remembered summer light, and the luminous inverted ghost of a boy with a parrot on his shoulder.

As long as you keep on walking on the old paths, you will never have footprints on the new paths!

Aging is mostly the failure to repair.

Let us turn to our own childhoods-no further-if we will renew our sense of remoteness, and of the mystery of change.

A lot of my generation are living out the un-lived lives of our mothers.

It's pretty clear now that what looked like it might have been some kind of counterculture is, in reality, just the plain old chaos of undifferentiated weirdness.

It's really been a better situation for me being with the Crush than it would if I were with the Broncos because this has given me a lot more broad range

My favorite food is deep-fried ravioli. I always get that every year.

I'm a perfect example of the grumpy, old man. I'm really good at it.

The warm love has the coldest end.