Time is the coin of our live. We must take care how we spend it.

The drum in a dream pounds loud to the dreamer.

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.

Poetry is a tracing of the trajectories of a finite sound to the infinite points of its echoes.

The machine yes the machine never wastes anybody's time never watches the foreman never talks back.

Poetry is an enumeration of birds, bees, babies, butterflies, bugs, bambinos, babayagas, and bipeds, beating their way up bewildering bastions.

Poetry is a series of explanations of life, fading off into horizons too swift for explanations.