The poet does not know - often he will never know - whom he really writes for.

Strangely, Dante's Divine Comedy did not produce a prose of that creative height or it did so after centuries.

Too many lives are needed to make just one.

In reality art is always for everyone and for no one.

This proves that great lyric poetry can die, be reborn, die again, but will always remain one of the most outstanding creations of the human soul.

I do not go in search of poetry. I wait for poetry to visit me.

Many of today's verses are prose and bad prose.

I have always knocked at the door of that wonderful and terrible enigma which is life.

The real history, the one that counts and is not to be found in books, is precisely this one, the one made by simple men; and it is the only one that rules the world.

Holidays - Have no pity.

But poets were not considered dangerous and they were advised to exercise self-censorship. At most, poets were requested not to write at all. I took advantage of this negative liberty.

Those bitter sorrows of childhood!-- when sorrow is all new and strange, when hope has not yet got wings to fly beyond the days and weeks, and the space from summer to summer seems measureless.

You've got to think lucky. If you fall into a mudhole, check your back pocket - you might have caught a fish

Why cling to the pain and the wrongs of yesterday? Why hold on to the very things that keep you from hope and love.

Girls are taught to view their bodies as unending projects to work on, whereas boys from a young age, are taught to view their bodies as tools to master their environment

No one starts out on top. You have to work your way up.

When you got it going, you got it going. I just keep my focus down the stretch. Thats when I want the ball. Im just not afraid to fail.

Let brother help brother.

It seems that truth is progressive approximation in which the relative fraction of our spontaneously tolerated residual error constantly diminishes.

It's a roll of the dice when you're a first time director so I prefer to work with people that know more than I do, but that happens less and less as you get older.

The mad also laugh, or is that what Freud and the others discovered perhaps, that only the mad laugh?