我们都在阴沟里，但仍有人仰望星空。

你写作不是因为你想说什么，而是因为你有话要说。

我一直是诗歌的囚徒。

过去总是紧张的，未来是完美的。

蒸汽的力量如今已被充分理解，剩下的只是改进实践。

Poetry is perhaps what teaches us to nurture the charming illusion: how to be reborn out of ourselves over and over again, and use words to construct a better world, a fictitious world that enables us to sign a pact for a permanent and comprehensive peace ... with life.

生活就是受苦，生存就是在苦难中找到某种意义。