I Was Apprehensive. I Feared Every Time

If You Can't Be Free, Be A Mystery.

I Keep The Drafts Of Each Poem In Color-coded Folders. I Pick Up The Folders According To How I Feel About That Color That Day.

Under Adversity, Under Oppression, The Words Begin To Fail, The Easy Words Begin To Fail. In Order To Convey Things Accurately, The Human Being Is Almost Forced To Find The Most Precise Words Possible, Which Is A Precondition For Literature.

I Thought, After The Pulitzer, At Least Nothing Will Surprise Me Quite That Much In My Life. And Another One Happened. It Was Quite Amazing.

If They Don't Read, If They Don't Love Reading; If They Don't Find Themselves Compulsively Reading, I Don't Think They're Really A Writer