We passed over in a sweep of sorrow that would persist into our small forever. We just keep going.
Time is the water in which we live, and we breathe it like fish. ... Time pours into us and then pours out again. In between the two pourings we live our destiny.
It kills your writing if you try to manipulate it with crude politics.
Money helps, though not so much as you think when you don't have it.
The universe is transformation.
I think one of the most fertile, unexplored areas for poets and fiction writers is the world of science. I become overwhelmed by the science world.