Freedom is baffling: men having it often know not they have it till it is gone and they no longer have it.
Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?
I had been keeping an off eye on the advertising field, thinking I might become an idea man and a copywriter.
Poetry is a type-font design for an alphabet of fun, hate, love, death.
There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud.