The Poet Doesn't Invent. He Listens.

There Are Too Many Souls Of Wood Not To Love Those Wooden Characters Who Do Indeed Have A Soul.

Good Music Resembles Something. It Resembles The Composer.

May The Devil Himself Splatter You With Dung.

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

Find First, Seek Later.