God, let me remember all good losers.

It was here we turned the coffee cups upside down. And your eyes and the moon swept the valley.

Our lives are like a candle in the wind.

There are ten men in me and I do not know or understand one of them.

Poetry is the silence and speech between a wet struggling root of a flower and a sunlit blossom of that flower.

People lie because they don't remember clear what they saw. People lie because they can't help making a story better than it was the way it happened.

I'll die propped up in bed trying to do a poem about America.