The nature of tragedy and accident is that we cannot predict.

I move on feeling and have learned to distrust those who don't.

You must be unintimidated by your own thoughts.

Follow your image as far as you can no matter how useless you think it is. Push yourself.

Poetry is like air. It's one of the necessary things. Everyone benefits from poetry. And as you know, poetry is international. There are only two things that are truly international, poetry and wine.

You must invent your own games and teach us old ones how to play.

I grow old though pleased with my memories The tasks I can no longer complete Are balanced by the love of the tasks gone past I offer no apology only this plea: When I am frayed and strained and drizzle at the end Please someone cut a square and put me in a quilt That I might keep some child warm And some old person with no one else to talk to Will hear my whispers And cuddle near