I am increasingly attracted to restricting possibility in the poem by inflicting a form upon yourself. Once you impose some formal pattern on yourself, then the poem is pushing back. I think good poems are often the result of that kind of wrestling with the form.
When you tell people you’re in history, they give you this pained expression because that was the course they hated in high school. But history can be exciting, intellectually rigorous, and fun.
No one will improve your lot if you do not yourself.
To find out your real opinion of someone, judge the impression you have when you first see a letter from them.
This is a do-it-yourself test for paranoia: you know you’ve got it when you can’t think of anything that’s your fault.
Bondage is of the mind; freedom too is of the mind. If you say ‘I am a free soul. I am a son of God who can bind me’ free you shall be.
Yeah, I think of what I do as a work of journalism. It’s more like the op-ed page, though. These are my opinions. My point of view. The opinions are mine and I let you make up your own mind.
I will say go into the world and try to find good people that feel genuine affection and love for you, and disregard everything else about their background.
I have never said that there is no need for a guru. All depends on what you call guru. He need not be in a human form.
Sooner or later you must move down an unknown road that leads beyond the range of the imagination, and the only certainty is that the trip has to be made.