Lips half-willing in a doorway. Lips half-singing at a window. Eyes half-dreaming in the walls. Feet half-dancing in a kitchen. Even the clocks half-yawn the hours And the farmers make half-answers.

There are some people who can receive a truth by no other way than to have their understanding shocked and insulted.

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

Arithmetic is numbers you squeeze from your head to your hand to your pencil to your paper till you get the answer.

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

A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.