To grow up is to stop putting blame on parents.

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

The subject of the poem usually dictates the rhythm or the rhyme and its form. Sometimes, when you finish the poem and you think the poem is finished, the poem says, "You're not finished with me yet," and you have to go back and revise, and you may have another poem altogether. It has its own life to live.

I do hope that young men and women will start to think for themselves and start to take responsibility for their own thoughts.

Since time is the one immaterial object which we cannot influence - neither speed up nor slow down, add to nor diminish - it is an imponderably valuable gift. Each of us has a few minutes a day or a few hours a week which we could donate to an old folks home or a children's hospital ward. The elderly whose pillows we plump or whose water pitchers we refill may or may not thank us for our gift, but the gift is upholding the foundation of the universe.

When I write, I tend to twist my hair. Something for my small mind to do, I guess.

Give yourself time just to be with yourself.