Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
Life is the lust of a lamp for the light that is dark till the dawn of the day that we die.
who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism
What is the poem, after it is written? That is the question. Not where it came from or why.
In my stiff, brocaded gown. With my powdered hair and jeweled fan, I too am a rare Pattern.
Just as war is waged with the blood of others, fortunes are made with other people's money.
The evaporation of 4 million who believe in this crap would leave the world a better place.
These places, and the ancient things you know, You won't know soon. I'm working on it now.'
The triumphs of a mysterious non-meeting are desolate ones; unspoken phrases, silent words.
[I] have fantasies of killing myself and thus being the powerful one not the powerless one.
Yes, I do often write poems from the mind, but I hope I don't ignore feelings and emotions.
He who has seen everything empty itself is close to knowing what everything is filled with.
Democracy is never a thing done. Democracy is always something that a nation must be doing.
Let us keep the dance of rain our fathers kept and tread our dreams beneath the jungle sky.
I have twenty countries in my memory and trail in my soul the colors of one hundred cities.
Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
Life is a dream in the night, a fear among fears, A naked runner lost in a storm of spears.
The making of one's life into art is, after all, the first duty and privilege of every man.
Is then thy knowledge of no value, unless another know that thou possessest that knowledge?
As a writer, the most important thing for me is to continue to write, no matter where I am.
What a miserable thing life is: you're living in clover, only the clover isn't good enough.
Form is any aspect of a poem that encourages it to stay whole and not drift off into chaos.
Happy is love or friendship when returned-- The lovers whose pure flames have equal burned.
'Redistributing the wealth' - that phrase gets used so much that you almost get numb to it.
O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!
Money does not smell of the mire whence it came; it has the glorious scent of what will be.
What could be more simple and more complex, more obvious and more profound than a portrait.
the Devil's hand directs our every move - / the things we loathed become the things we love
I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed but all I could do was to get drunk again.
The years have gone by quickly. Death sits in the seat next to me. We make a lovely couple.
Look, let me put it this way: with me, you’re number one and there isn’t even a number two.
The writer has no responsibility other than to jack off in bed alone and write a good page.
My writing is jagged and harsh, I want it to remain that way; I don't want it smoothed out.
The best way to secure future happiness is to be as happy as is rightfully possible to-day.
There may always be another reality to make fiction of the truth we think we've arrived at.
The child who dwells inside us trusts that there are wise men somewhere who know the truth.
I learned enough Hebrew to stagger through a meaningless ceremony that I scarcely remember.
When I'm working with German audiences, I will call on my Rilke and Goethe in the original.
From whichever side I start, I think I am in an old place where others have been before me.
There is a moonlight note in the Moonlight Sonata; there is a thunder note in an angry sky.
Insofar as poetry has a social function it is to awaken sleepers by other means than shock.
I don't want to write poems about the royal wedding. I would have to be moved by the event.
The discontent that lies in the human condition is not satisfied simply by material things.
We learned how to love each other by loving together good things wholly outside each other.
Today when I begin writing I’m aware: something that I don’t understand drives this engine.
It is sensible of me to be aware that I will die one of these days. I will not 'pass away.'
Anthologists are lazy fellows who like to spend a quiet evening at home raiding good books.
[On Dashiell Hammett:] ... he is so hard-boiled you could roll him on the White House lawn.
Like the burlesque comedian, I am abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement.
Writingis an art; and artistsare human beings. As a human being stands, so a human being is
The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done, Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run.