If everybody loves you, you must be doing something wrong.
“Poetry for me has always been a mutable character, something that might show up, and who knows if it ever will. I’ve never got up, drank tea, and demanded that poetry show up for me. I’ve never expected too much from it at all. Poetry and I have sort of stayed around each other, in spite of me cursing at it constantly. But it’s a tempestuous lover and I’ve never been into that.”
Dorothea Lasky