What is there more of in the world than anything else? Ends.

You remember some bedrooms you have slept in. There are bedrooms you like to remember and others you would like to forget.

The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.

Back of every mistaken venture and defeat is the laughter of wisdom, if you listen.

And those who say, "I'll try anything once," often try nothing twice, three times, arriving late at the gate of dreams worth dying for.

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

Poetry is the report of a nuance between two moments, when people say, 'Listen!' and 'Did you see it?' 'Did you hear it? What was it?'