It is utterly soothing to fly fish for trout. All other considerations or worries drift away and you couldn't keep them close if you wanted. Perhaps it's standing thigh deep in a river with the water passing at the exact but varying speed of life. You easily recognize this mortality and it dissipates into the landscape.

I got $30 from Nation magazine for a poem and $500 for my first book of poems.

I see more genuine sociability between the races in Mississippi than I see in Michigan. No question.

Perhaps when we die our names are takenfrom us by a divine magnet and are freeto flutter here and there within the bodies of birds.I'll be a simple crowwho can reach the top of Antelope Butte.(From: Hard Times)

When we were children we were errant enough to wish to be birds for the day but there's nothing easier to lose than playfulness.

I have closely noted that people who watch a great deal of TV never again seem able to adjust to the actual pace of life. The speed of the passing images becomes the speed the aspire to and they seem to develop an impatience and boredom with anything else.

I'm hoping to be astonished tomorrow by I don't know what.