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

There are people who want to be everywhere at once, and they get nowhere

I'll die propped up in bed trying to do a poem about America.

Tell no man anything, for no man listens Yet hold thy lips ready to speak.

I couldn't see myself filling some definite niche in what is called a career. This was all misty.

What else have I done nearly all my life than go hungry and go on singing?

I had taken a course in Ethics. I read a thick textbook, heard the class discussions and came out of it saying I hadn't learned a thing I didn't know before about morals and what is right or wrong in human conduct.