Tell no man anything, for no man listens Yet hold thy lips ready to speak.

People lie because they don't remember clear what they saw. People lie because they can't help making a story better than it was the way it happened.

Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.

Valor is a gift. Those having it never know for sure whether they have it until the test comes.

The shovel is the brother to the gun.

Poetry is statement of a series of equations, with numbers and symbols changing like the changes of mirrors, pools, skies, the only never-changing sign being the sign of infinity.

I learned you can't trust the judgment of good friends.