I won't take my religion from any man who never works except with his mouth.

The squeaky wheel gets the grease but the quacking duck gets shot.

I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.

A tough will counts. So does desire.So does a rich soft wanting.Without rich wanting nothing arrives.

There are men and women so lonely they believe God, too, is lonely.

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

Nothing happens... but first a dream.