The sea is the most beautiful face in our universe.

We can know a lot. And still, no doubt, there are rash and wonderful ideas brewing somewhere; there are many surprises yet to come.

In my own work, I usually revise through forty or fifty drafts of a poem before I begin to feel content with it.

I've always wanted to write poems and nothing else.

Wild sings the bird of the heart in the forests of our lives.

All night my heart makes its way however it can over the rough ground of uncertainties, but only until night meets and then is overwhelmed by morning, the light deepening, the wind easing and just waiting, as I too wait (and when have I ever been disappointed?) for redbird to sing

You must not ever stop being whimsical. And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life.