“We love the things we love for what they are.”

“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”

“Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.”

“No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.”