Be careful what you swallow. Chew!

I am a writer perhaps because I am not a talker.

Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies. And be it gash or gold it will not come again in this identical guise.

I am an ordinary human being who is impelled to write poetry. ... I still do feel that a poet has a duty to words, and that words can do wonderful things, and it's too bad to just let them lie there without doing anything with and for them.

I tell poets that when a line just floats into your head, don't pay attention 'cause it probably has floated into somebody else's head.

Life for my child is simple, and is good.

Writing is a delicious agony.