I discovered very early on that if you wanted a thing, you went for it - and you got it. Most people never go anywhere, or want anything - so they never get anything.

Poetry expands the senses and keeps them in prime condition. It keeps you aware of your nose, your eye, your ear, your tongue, your hand.

When you reach the stars, boy, yes, and live there forever, all the fears will go, and Death himself will die.

What is The Subconscious to every other man, in its creative aspect becomes, for writers, The Muse.

We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of on good rain and black loam.

I wonder how many men, hiding their youngness, rise as I do, Saturday mornings, filled with the hope that Bugs Bunny, Yosemite Sam and Daffy Duck will be there waiting as our one true always and forever salvation?

Jump, and you will find out how to unfold your wings as you fall.