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

The greatest cunning is to have none at all.

I remember in my early 20s when I felt I couldn't live past 30. I was learning how to write. I had a lot of hard work ahead of me.

There is only one child in the world and the Child’s name is All Children.

Arithmetic is where the answer is right and everything is nice and you can look out of the window and see the blue sky - or the answer is wrong and you have to start over and try again and see how it comes out this time.

Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment.

I have become infected, now that I see how beautifully a book is coming out of all this.