Life is always surprising to me. When you think it's going to get dull, it never really does.

Well morning came, and it dressed the sky in a lovely yellow gown. Shopping malls are opening in that narrow hallway of downtown, filled with people who are shopping for their lovers and their friends, singing "I won't ever be lonely again

The sound of loneliness makes me happier.

My favorite rhymes are sort of half-rhymes where you might just get the vowel sound the same, but it's not really a true rhyme. That gives you far more flexibility to capture the feeling you're trying to express. But sometimes it's best not to have any rhyme.

My Brother went to college To become a doctor And if he studies hard enough He'll end up just like papa, who hates his life.

Let the poets cry themselves to sleep, and all their tearful words will turn back into steam.

Although Omaha is my birthplace and the place I grew up, I don't see myself spending extended amounts of time there. I feel almost more comfortable and more at peace in New York.