The urge to write poetry is like having an itch. When the itch becomes annoying enough, you scratch it.

Just tell 'em you're gonna soak the fat boys and forget the rest of the tax stuff...Willie, make 'em cry, make 'em laugh, make 'em mad, even mad at you. Stir them up and they'll love it and come back for more, but, for heaven's sakes, don't try to improve their minds.

I longed to know the world's name.

A young man's ambition - to get along in the world and make a place for himself - half your life goes that way, till you're 45 or 50. Then, if you're lucky, you make terms with life, you get released.

Tell me a story of deep delight.

Real writers are those who want to write, need to write, have to write.

A symbol serves to combine heart and intellect.