Nearly all the best things that came to me in life have been unexpected, unplanned by me.

I learned you can't trust the judgment of good friends.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if the women don't get you then the whiskey must.

Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits.

Hope is an echo, hope ties itself yonder, yonder.

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

The shovel is the brother to the gun.