Poetry is a slipknot tightened around a time-beat of one thought, two thoughts, and a last interweaving thought there is not yet a number for.

Money is power, freedom, a cushion, the root of all evil, the sum of blessings.

Poetry is a dance music measuring buck-and-wing follies along with the gravest and stateliest dead-marches.

I knew I would read all kinds of books and try to get at what it is that makes good writers good. But I made no promises that I would write books a lot of people would like to read.

If the facts are against you, argue the law. If the law is against you, argue the facts. If the law and the facts are against you, pound the table and yell like hell

There is no song to your singing.

Poetry is any page from a sketchbook of outlines of a doorknob with thumb-prints of dust, blood, dreams.