The reading of a poem should be an experience. Its writing must be all the more so.

True villains are extremely photogenic.

All the great things have been denied and we live in an intricacy of new and local mythologies, political, economic, poetic, which are asserted with an ever-enlarging incoherence.

The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

The imagination is one of the forces of nature.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.

I do not know which to prefer - The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after.

It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem.

My friends love me terribly, and their grief will be a screaming storm if I die.

Better educated or financially comfortable people often smile more than less educated or economically distressed people.

You're reading one of those books in which the author is in love with the reader. My life.

Some people regard discipline as a chore. For me, it is a kind of order that sets me free to fly.

The goal of our life should not be to find joy in marriage, but to bring more love and truth into the world.

One of the things I've always personally tried to stress with this band was to have some kind of visual aspect and to be consistent with it - like, not to change.

This college would probably have the same problem as the last one did." I frowned, "What's that?" "Homework.

What really makes baseball so hard is it's retributive capacity for disaster if the smallest thing is done wrong, and the invisible presence of defeat that attends every game.

I don't like traveling, period. I like being at places and I like going places, but I don't like forms of transportation.

My understanding is, the fans are so ravenous in Canada, they gnaw on the stars.