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

Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work.

There is a music for lonely hearts nearly always. If the music dies down there is a silence. Almost the same as the movement of music. To know silence perfectly is to know music.

You remember some bedrooms you have slept in. There are bedrooms you like to remember and others you would like to forget.

Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.

If [America] forgets where she came from, if the people lose sight of what brought them along, if she listens to the deniers and mockers, then will begin the rot and dissolution.

When I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on.