The killer whale’s heart weighs one hundred kilosbut in other respects it is light.There is nothing more animal-likethan a clear conscienceon the third planet of the Sun.
Keep up the good work, if only for a while, if only for the twinkling of a tiny galaxy.
I’ve reached the age of self-knowledge, so I don’t know anything. People who claim that they know something are responsible for most of the fuss in the world.
Nothing can ever happen twice. In consequence, the sorry fact is that we arrive here improvised and leave without the chance to practice.
Any knowledge that doesn’t lead to new questions quickly dies out: it fails to maintain the temperature required for sustaining life.
I have sympathy for young people, for their growing pains, but I balk when these growing pains are pushed into the foreground, when you make these young people the only vehicles of life’s wisdom.
Let the people who never find true love keep saying that there’s no such thing. Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.
All the best have something in common, a regard for reality, an agreement to its primacy over the imagination.
I cannot imagine any writer who would not fight for his peace and quiet.
I cannot speak for more than an hour exclusively about poetry. At that point, life itself takes over again.
Unfortunately, poetry is not born in noise, in crowds, or on a bus. There have to be four walls and the certainty that the telephone will not ring. That’s what writing is all about.
Poetic talent doesn’t operate in a vacuum. There is a spirit of Polish poetry.
Solitude is very important in my work as a mode of inspiration, but isolation is not good in this respect. I am not writing poetry about isolation.