The Artist Is A Kind Of Prison

My Method Is Simple: Not To Bother About Poetry. It Must Come Of Its Own Accord. Merely Whispering Its Name Drives It Away.

It Is Excruciating To Be An Unbeliever With A Spirit That Is Deeply Religious.

If A Hermit Lives In A State Of Ecstasy, His Lack Of Comfort Becomes The Height Of Comfort. He Must Relinquish It.

Cultivate Everything The Critics Hated In Your First Work - That's What Makes You Unique.

The Eyes Of The Dead Are Closed Gently; We Also Have To Open Gently The Eyes Of The Living.