"Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I am not going to make it, but you laugh inside, remembering all the times you've felt that way. "

"We don't even ask for happiness, just a little less pain."

I don't pay attention to the world ending.It has ended for me many time and began again in the morning.

When Charles Bukowski said “people empty me. I have to get away to refill.” I felt that.

and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?

One cannot expect every attempt at poetry to rival Chaucer and Shakespeare, Milton and Wordsworth, Whitman and Dickinson, Wallace Stevens and Hart Crane. But those poets, and their peers, set the measure: any who aspire to poetry must keep such exemplars always in mind.

Country things are the necessary root of our life - and that remains true even of a rootless and tragically urban civilisation. To live permanently away from the country is a form of slow death.