Words are my passion / And out of them and me / I would create beauty.

I believe that children long for form just as grownups do, and that it releases rather than cramps creative energy.

The only way through pain…is to absorb, probe, understand exactly what it is and what it means. To close the door on pain is to miss the chance for growth.

The trouble is, old age is not interesting until one gets there. It's a foreign country with an unknown language to the young and even to the middle-aged.

A house that does not have one warm, comfy chair in it is soulless.

Try making a poem as if it were a table, clear and solid, standing there outside you.

In poetry compromise is fatal. In action of any cooperative sort it is inevitable. The thing is to find the balance.