To watch your home change in front of you is surprising. But at the same time, going someplace like Mississippi, makes me appreciate even this.

I've learned a lot as a writer about poetry.

I think only once in your life do you find someone that you say, "Hey, this is the person I want to spend the rest of my time on this earth with." And if you miss it, or walk away from it, or even maybe, blink - it's gone.

You have those walls up all around you...Come a day you gonna want to tear them down brick by brick and gonna find that the cement is all hard. What you gonna do then?

Keep on doing what you're doing.

Sometimes it seems as though not a moment has moved, but then you look up and you're already old or you already have a household of kids or you look down and see your feet are miles and miles away from the rest of you—and you realize you've grown up.

One place exists as their interpretation of it. For the people living and thriving inside of it, it's another place.