I want a fever, in poetry: a fever, and tranquillity.

So much destruction in modern war takes place miles and miles away from the source of the destruction, the human being who has caused it.

You are bound, my hunch is, to make it just fine.

She was the Judy Garland of American poetry.

I think Ginsberg has done more harm to the craft that I honor and live by than anybody else by reducing it to a kind of mean that enables the most dubious practitioners to claim they are poets because they think, If the kind of thing Ginsberg does is poetry, I can do that.