I Have Never Written A Book That

Try Making A Poem As If It Were A Table, Clear And Solid, Standing There Outside You.

The Poet Must Be Free To Love Or Hate As The Spirit Moves Him, Free To Change, Free To Be A Chameleon, Free To Be An Enfant Terrible. He Must Above All Never Worry About This Effect On Other People.

When It Comes To The Important Things One Is Always Alone.

We Have To Dare To Be Ourselves, However Frightening Or Strange That Self May Prove To Be.

I Think That Passion If Really Intense Is Always Destructive If Not To The Two Involved, Always To Other People.