I don't think I solve problems in my poetry; I think I uncover the problems.

People dressed in a certain kind of clothing are never wrong. Also they never fart.

All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel.

Every night when I go to bed I think, In the morning I will wake up in my own house and things will be back the way they were. It hasn’t happened this morning, either.

I lie on the floor, washed by nothing and hanging on. I cry at night. I am afraid of hearing voices, or a voice. I have come to the edge, of the land. I could get pushed over.

Science and fiction both begin with similar questions: What if? Why? How does it all work? But they focus on different areas of life on earth.

I didn't much like it, this grudge-holding against the past.