Every modern male has, lying at the bottom of his psyche, a large, primitive being covered with hair down to his feet. Making contact with this Wild Man is the step the Eighties male or the Nineties male has yet to take. That bucketing-out process has yet to begin in our contemporary culture.

We make the path by walking.

The beginning of love is a horror of emptiness.

We know that the adult in a certain sense has an attitude toward life exactly opposite to the attitude of commercials. Commercials say, 'Your longing for 3.2 beer is very important. Your longing for skin that doesn't have any wrinkles in it, that's very, very, very important.' The adult says, 'No, I've got wrinkles, so what?'

The candle is not lit To give light, but to testify to the night.

I wanted to spend all my time writing poetry. But when I had children I couldn't do that anymore.

The models of adulthood are disappearing fast. How can two people have a new marriage if neither of them is an adult?