A new reader shouldn't be able to find you in your work, though someone who's read more may begin to.

Planning to write is not writing.

We're always attracted to the edges of what we are, out by the edges where it's a little raw and nervy.

Dad is always hiding in his book.

I have committed many sins in my life. This precise sin-the sin against poets-is without absolution.

We dress them [children] in the presumptions of the world. They are the bright small face of hope. They are the last belief we have, the belief in making them believe.

The poem is a cry of the unborn heart. Yes, because the poem perfectly embodies the world, there is no world without poem.