It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone, would shrivel up with boredom. – Wallace Stevens
If poetry should address itself to the same needs and aspirations, the same hopes and fears, to which the Bible addresses itself, it might rival it in distribution. – Wallace Stevens
Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise! – Wallace Stevens
Everything is complicated if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore. – Wallace Stevens
I want to be alone and work until the day my heads hits the drawing table and Im dead. Kaput. I feel very much like I want to be with my brother and sister again. Theyre nowhere. I know theyre nowhere and they dont exist, but if nowhere means thats where they are, thats where I want to be. – Maurice Sendak