Self-criticism is an art not many are qualified to practice.

Loneliness is dangerous ... because if aloneness does not lead to God, it leads to the devil. It leads to the self.

In love there are two things: bodies and words.

Just as our historical beginnings are utterly mysterious-why are we born? why when and as we are?-so too are the beginnings of works of art and of "artists."

Why the need, rising in some very nearly to the level of compulsion, to verify experience by way of language?-to scrupulously record and preserve the very passing of Time?

Fame's carapace does not allow for easy breathing.

To love life for some men is to love fighting, for fighting, and not love, is seen as man's deepest passion.

Prose-it might be speculated-is discourse; poetry ellipsis. Prose is spoken aloud; poetry overheard.

Better to be despised, then, than to be ignored; or damned with condescending praise.

Nothing is accidental in the universe - this is one of my Laws of Physics -except the entire universe itself, which is Pure Accident, pure divinity.