Making a decision to write was a lot like deciding to jump into a frozen lake.

I've had rainbows in my clouds.

Listen to some good poetry. You see? It keeps us from thinking we are only what our blatant appetites describe us as.

I suggest that the great art belongs to all people, all the time--that indeed it is made for the people, by the people, to the people.

I respect myself and insist upon it from everybody. And because I do it, I then respect everybody, too.

If I'm going to a new country, I try to learn something about the language and the culture, so I don't just go bumbling over things.

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