"No rest without love, No sleep without dreams of love – be mad or chill obsessed with angels or machines the final wish is love."

"A poem is like a radio that can broadcast continuously for thousands of years."

"Though while it comes it is a lion that eats the soul—and the lamb, the soul, in us, alas, offering itself in sacrifice to change's fierce hunger—hair and teeth—and the roar of bonepain, skull bare, b…"

"Illusion is dangerous, ultimately poisonous."

"I'm a great believer in the power of the word, and the power of the image, and the power of the sound."