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.

A poet must discover that it’s his own story that is true, even if the truth is small indeed.

Strangely, when I totally emerged from this slump I couldn't comprehend how I had almost drowned it it.

I'm actually forced to write about Michigan because as a native of that state it's the place I know best.

Everybody has a gun in their car in Detroit.

We Are All One. When we allow ourselves to become aware of this statement in its purest form, we open the doors to reveal the oneness of being. Using the process of conscious evolution we begin to recognise our true underlying identity, for once we have glimpsed the existence of this realm, we then begin to reveal what it is . . . . our true natural state.

I don't see gender as the most significant fact of human existence.