The tragedy with velocity as the answer to complexity is that, after awhile, you cannot see or comprehend anything that is not traveling at the same speed you are. And you actually start to feel disturbed by people who have a sense of restfulness to their existence.

Being young and trying to catch a glimpse of the depths, of the true self, of the soul, or whatever human beings have called it over the centuries, we often find ourselves surrounded by bossy, hectoring voices trying to short-circuit our personal experience by super-imposing their own disappointments. Much of this bossiness masquerades as an education.

The great poems are not about experience, but are the experience itself, felt in the body.

The fear of loss, in one form or another, is the motivator behind all conscious and unconscious dishonesties.

Poetry for me has been a long pilgrimage, a journey and a growing relationship with the unknown.

The greatest tragedy is to live out someone else's life thinking it was your own.

A good poem looks life straight in the face, unflinching, sincere, equal to revelation through loss or gain.