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Somehow we manage it: to like our friends, to tolerate not only their little ways but their huge neuroses, their monumental oddness: "Oh well," we smile, "it's one of his funny days."

— Fleur Adcock

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Poetry is a search for ways of communication; it must be conducted with openness, flexibility, and a constant readiness to listen.

But now that I am in love with a place which doesn’t care how I look, or if I’m happy,happy is how I look.

All poets, all writers, are terrible parasites. We use people and experiences.

Perhaps relationships work more powerfully when there is absence and tension and a lot of heartache. I can't live with people.

It is 5 a.m. All the worse things come stalking in and stand icily about the bed looking worse and worse and worse.

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