I Never Became A Writer For The

Poems, Like Dreams, Are A Sort Of Royal Road To The Unconscious. They Tell You What Your Secret Self Cannot Express.

Life Has No Plot. It Is By Far More Interesting Than Anything You Can Say About It.

Language Can't Be Appropriated By One Person, One Poet. The Words Belong To All Of Us.

You Must Have A Certain Amount Of Maturity To Be A Poet. Seldom Do Sixteen-year-olds Know Themselves Well Enough.

If, Every Day, I Dare To Remember That I Am Here On Loan, That This House, This Hillside, These Minutes Are All Leased To Me, Not Given, I Will Never Despair.