Spend as much time as you can with your mouth shut and your eyes and ears open.
Summer in the trees! “It is time to strangle several bad poets.
You can't be too influenced by a great poet. You simply have to live through it.
All poetry comes from repetition.
The subject matter of the stories on the surface. . . there seem to be a number of stories about travel.
Maybe there are three or four really good poets in a generation.
When you get an idea, go and write. Don't waste it in conversation.
Chinese buildings are like American buildings, with big footprints. People don't care about daylight or fresh air.
A rich poet from Harvard has no sense in his mind, except the aesthetic.
Take the first chance that you get, because you may never get another one.
He knew that these creatures were dead, that they were reanimated echoes who wore the disguise of the people they had once been, but Tom's words rang in his mind. They used to be people. How could he strike them? How could he hurt them? Children, women, old people. Lost souls.