Poetry at its best is the language your soul would speak if you could teach your soul to speak.

Beware, O wanderer, the road is walking too.

Life is sentimental. Why should I be cold and hard about it? That's the main content. The biggest thing in people's lives is their loves and dreams and visions, you know.

Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends.

Nothing on my trip thus far was as I expected which shows you that rather than simply read about the United States you have to log the journey.

I wonder, when a writer's blocked and doesn't have any resources to pull himself out of it, why doesn't he jump in his car and drive around the U.S.A.? I went last winter for seven thousand miles and it was lovely. Inexpensive, too.

I couldn't run a tight schedule, and if you're any good at teaching, you get sucked dry because you like your students and you're trying to help them, but you don't have any time left to write yourself.