Poetry is the arithmetic of the easiest way and the primrose path, matched up with foam-flanked horses, bloody knuckles, and bones, on the hard ways to the stars.

Poetry is the cipher key to the five mystic wishes packed in a hollow silver bullet fed to a flying fish.

In the night the cabbages catch at the moon, the leaves drip silver, the rows of cabbages are a series of little silver waterfalls in the moon.

Always the path of American destiny has been into the unknown. Always there arose enough reserves of strength, balances of sanity, portions of wisdom to carry the nation through to a fresh start with ever-renewing vitality.

My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.

There is a wolf in me... - I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?