Charles Simic

How strange the cities are with their sand-grain manyness.
-Charles Simic, A Fly in the Soup

Poems are other people's snapshots in which we recognize ourselves.
-Charles Simic, A Fly in the Soup

There's truth with eyes open, and there's truth with eyes closed, and they often do not recognize each other on the street.
-Charles Simic, A Fly in the Soup

I'm a connoisseur of paradox. All the good-looking oxymorons are in love with me and come visit me in my bed at night.
-Charles Simic, A Fly in the Soup