I've always thought of myself as a reporter.

People like definite decisions, / Tidy answers, all the little ravelings / Snipped off, the lint removed, they / Hop happily among their roughs / Calling what they can't clutch insanity / Or saintliness.

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.

I am interested in telling my particular truth as I have seen it.

I've always thought of myself as a reporter. When people ask why I don't stop writing, I say, `Look at what's happening in this world. Every day there's something exciting or disturbing to write about.’ With all that's going on, how could I stop?

Be careful what you swallow. Chew!

beware the easy griefs / that fool and fuel nothing.