Last week I was just someone who had had a first novel published.

Last week I was just someone who had had a first novel published.

there are only these: sparkling eyes, smudged lipstick, fading starlight, the crunching of feet on gravel, laughter, and a slow walk home.

I once saw a picture in the paper of John Hegley with 'poet' written on his knuckles, and I thought that was pretty cool, so I was quite up front about it.

There are so many people in the world, and I want to know them all but I don’t even know my next-door neighbor’s name.

Everybodys got their own situation and their own needs.

If nobody speaks of remarkable things, how can they be called remarkable?