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

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

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

If I added to their pride of America, I am happy.

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.

And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers. Go running back to dust and mist.

In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning.