The poetry you read has been written for you, each of you - black, white, Hispanic, man, woman, gay, straight.

I am convinced that most people do not grow up ... our real selves, the children inside, are still innocent and shy as magnolias.

Make every effort to change things you do not like. If you cannot make a change, change the way you have been thinking. You might find a new solution.

Most people don't grow up. Most people age. They find parking spaces, honor their credit cards, get married, have children, and call that maturity. What that is, is aging.

I know something better is on the road for me.

When I look back, I am so impressed again with the life-giving power of literature.

Today, the first & last of every Tree/ Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.