Poetry is fact given over to imagery.

The journey back is always longer than the forward run.

Watch the indolent butterfly playing on the tall flower in the yard and think about the sun going down. It always does you know.

The world needs writers. We will always be necessary. There are few professions that can claim that distinction.

Extending your hand is extending yourself.

We come into the world alone. We go away the same. We're meant to spend the interlude between in closeness or so we tell ourselves. But it's a long way from the morning to the evening.

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.