The Internet is a big distraction. It's distracting, it's meaningless; it's not real. It's in the air somewhere.

I believe in creative failing - to contine to write poems that fail and fail and fail until a day comes when you've got a thousand poems behind you and you're relaxed and you finally write a good poem.

Too late, I found you can't wait to become perfect, you got to go out and fall down and get up with everybody else.

Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.

If you don't want a man unhappy politically, don't give him two sides to a question to worry him; give him one. Better yet, give him none.

Plot is no more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations.

Monday burn Millay, Wednesday Whitman, Friday Faulkner, burn 'em to ashes, then burn the ashes. That's our official slogan.