“The poet who speaks out of the deepest instincts of man will be heard. The poet who creates a myth beyond the power of man to realize is gagged at the peril of the group that binds him. He is the true revolutionary: he builds a new world.”

Poetry is important. No less than science, it seeks a hold upon reality, and the closeness of its approach is the test of its success.

Who, except the poets, reads poetry?

History Coming too close Is monstrous, like a doll That is alive and bigger than the child Who tries to hold it.

How to sustain the miracle Of being, that like a muted bell, Or like some ocean-breathing shell, Quivers, intense and still?

Poetry is the fiery index to the genius of the age.

Music proposes. Sound disposes.

There is no end to grief. Nor no end to poetry.

The poet, like the lover, is a person unable to reconcile what he knows with what he feels. His peculiarity is that he is under a certain compulsion to do so.

Outside is the world; it’s there. Pop Art looks out into the world.

Are you defending marcie? He shook his head. I dont need to. She handled herself. You, on the other hand i pointed at the door. Out.

preach the word, be urgent in season and out of season, convince, rebuke, and exhort, be unfailing in patience and in teaching.

We read books to find out who we are. What other people, real or imaginary, do and think and feel… is an essential guide to our understanding of what we ourselves are and may become.

She cleans a toilet inside and out under a minute. More like terrifying

We choose to believe in Ma’at. We create order out of chaos, beauty out of ugly randomness. That’s what Egypt is all about.

We’re each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?

For me, drawing is a lot to do with taking out, with returning to the white of the paper.