Poems are other people's snapshots in which we see our own lives.

The plain truth is we are going to die. Here I am, a teeny spec surrounded by boundless space and time, arguing with the whole of creation, shaking my fist, sputtering, growing even eloquent at times, and then-poof! I am gone. Swept off once and for all. I think that is very, very funny.

Here is something we can all count on. Sooner or later our tribe always comes to ask us to agree to murder.

The highest levels of consciousness are wordless.

I do believe that a poem needs to remind the reader of his or her own humanity, of what they are, of what they're capable of. Awaken them, in a sense, to the fact that there's a world in front of their eyes, that they have a body, they're going to die, the sky is beautiful, it's fun to be in a grassy field when the sun is shining—those kinds of things.

The stars know everything, So we try to read their minds. As distant as they are, We choose to whisper in their presence.

Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all others were making ships.