No map to help us find the tranquil flat lands, clearings calm, fields without mean fences. Rolling down the other side of life our compass is the sureness of ourselves. Time may make us rugged, ragged round the edges, but know and understand that love is still the safest place to land.

A poet can't afford to be aloof. The tools of his trade are the people he bumps up against.

Strangers are just friends waiting to happen

Everybody has the answers or they'll make them up for you. Just once I'd like to hear a brand-new question.

Once I thought ideas were exceptions not the rule. That is not so. Ideas are so plentiful that they ride on air. You have only to reach out and snatch one.

There is no other way to find ourselves but in each others faces.

I've come to terms with it, it knows I know.