I came from a very intellectual neighborhood. When we played cowboys and Indians as kids, I had to be Gandhi.

Skepticism, is that anything more than we used to mean when we said, Well, what have we here?

The land was ours before we were the land's. She was our land more than a hundred years Before we were her people.

Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?

I cut my own hair. I got sick of barbers because they talk too much. And too much of their talk was about my hair coming out.

One age is like another for the soul.

Families break up when they get hints you don't intend and miss hints that you do.