Snow Reminds Ka Of God! But I’m

I Think A Lot About The Poems I Wasn't Able To Write...i Masturbrated...solitude Is Essentially A Matter Of Pride; You Bury Yourself In Your Own Scent. The Issue Is The Same For All Real Poets. If You've Been Happy For Too Long, You Become Banal. By The Same Token, If You've Been Unhappy For A Long Time, You Lose Your Poetic Power...happiness And Poverty Can Only Coexist For The Briefest Time. Afterword Either Happiness Coarsens The Poet Or The Poem Is So True It Destroys His Happiness.

I Am A Highly Disciplined Person. I Get Up At Seven Every Morning And, Still In My Pajamas, Sit Down At My Desk Where My Checkered Ring Binders And My Fountain Pen Are Ready For Use. I Try To Write Two Pages Every Day.

I Read A Book One Day And My Whole Life Was Changed.

It's Such A Shame That We Know So Little About Our Own Country, That We Can't Find It In Our Hearts To Love Our Own Kind. Instead We Admire Those Who Show Our Country Disrespect And Betray Its People.

‎the Past Is Always An Invented Land.