“Because we are all poets or babies in the middle of the night, struggling with being.”

“Out of the red and silver and the long cry of alarm to the poet who survives in all human beings, as the child survives in him; to this poet she threw an unexpected ladder in the middle of the city and ordained, 'Climb!”

“Being an author of a book is like being a mother of a debutante in the Middle Ages. You have to present your baby to society and provide her with dowry, and in your heart, you hope that some royalty spends a night with her and ensures her way to success.”

“Sometimes things seem so unbearable in the middle of the night, don't they? In the middle of the night, we're all such children.”

“Man struggles for peace, and for other things too, because he is essentially a struggling-caring being - struggling and caring, above everything else, for the integrity of his being.”

“We talk so abstractly about poetry because all of us are usually bad poets.”