The long silences need to be loved, perhaps more than the words which arrive to describe them in time. — Franz Wright Long Copy Share Image
Poem in other words may or may not result from inspiration but must (in reader and author alike) produce it-- — Franz Wright Books Copy Share Image
This is no occupation for an adult who can look other adults in the eye, carry his own weight, and count himself… — Franz Wright Adults Copy Share Image
It's hard for me to grasp that I might somehow be my father's equal in any way. — Franz Wright Any Copy Share Image
There are people who recall my father as a saint and a monster. I'm quite sure I will share the same fate. — Franz Wright Fate Copy Share Image
Should each individual snowflake be held accountable for the avalanche? — Franz Wright Avalanches Copy Share Image
“If you love, he wrote, or wish to love, do not dream. from “In Memory of the Future” — Franz Wright Dreams Copy Share Image
I believe one day the distance between myself and God will / disappear. — Franz Wright Believe Copy Share Image
I've always envied people who compose music or paint, because they don't have to be bothered with the sort of crude mess… — Franz Wright Always Copy Share Image
I am in no way different from anyone else, that my predicament, my sense of aloneness or isolation may be precisely what… — Franz Wright Aloneness Copy Share Image
When I was nine, I started reading Homer. I would get up at four o'clock in the morning, before I had to… — Franz Wright Before Copy Share Image
“If only I could tell someone. The humiliation I go through when I think of my past can only be described as… — Franz Wright Death Copy Share Image
We know there are poets who are chosen: by what or whom, we no more know than what lies beyond our final… — Franz Wright Action Copy Share Image
When I'm in certain moods, a conversation will start up in my head, and suddenly I'll realize that the language has reached… — Franz Wright Appear Copy Share Image
I basked in you; I loved you, helplessly, with a boundless tongue-tied love. And death doesn't prevent me from loving you. Besides,… — Franz Wright Dead people Copy Share Image
What I myself experience is indescribable gratitude in the face of God's perpetual and preemptive love, a love which is not contingent… — Franz Wright Belief Copy Share Image
“Auto-Lullaby Think of a sheep knitting a sweater; think of your life getting better and better. Think of your cat asleep in… — Franz Wright Getting better Copy Share Image
I used to comfort myself with the idea of a book with serrated, detachable pages, so that you could read the thing… — Franz Wright Book Copy Share Image
EPITAPH Now I'm not the brightest knife in the drawer, but I know a couple things about this life: poverty silence, impermanence… — Franz Wright Couple Copy Share Image
“Think of it: a writer actually possesses the power to alter his past, to change what was once experienced as defeat into… — Franz Wright Failure Copy Share Image
“The all-night convenience store's empty and no one is behind the counter. You open and shut the glass door a few times… — Franz Wright Good thing Copy Share Image
“What is today’s date? Who is the President? How great a danger do you pose, on a scale of one to ten?… — Franz Wright Danger Copy Share Image
“What I would say is this: writing poems doesn't make you a poet. … It is only with poetry, for some reason,… — Franz Wright Art Copy Share Image
The poetic prose that most interests me is that of Henri Michaux. — Franz Wright Interests Copy Share Image
The humiliation I go through/when I think of my past/can only be described as grace./We are created by being destroyed. — Franz Wright Destroyed Copy Share Image
“So we sit there together the mountain and me, Li Po said, until only the mountain remains.” — Franz Wright Mountain Remains Copy Share Image
“...this final and long longed-for job: to be unhappy without doing evil.” — Franz Wright Unhappy Copy Share Image
Beckett's 'Stories and Texts for Nothing' is probably my favorite book. — Franz Wright Beckett Copy Share Image
“But if they were condmened to suffer this unending torment, sooner or later wouldn't they become the holy?” — Franz Wright Sooner or later Copy Share Image
Poetry endures when it possesses passionate and primally sincere clarity in the service of articulating universal human concerns. — Franz Wright Clarity Copy Share Image
“You gave me in secret one thing to perceive, the tall blue starry strangeness of being here at all.” — Franz Wright Secret Copy Share Image
