We will all wake up semi-angels, If we wake at all.

Extending your hand is extending yourself.

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

It's nice sometimes to open up the heart a little and let some hurt come in. It proves you're still alive.

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

May your hand be full for always if only with another hand. May your heart be empty only long enough to give you cause to fill it up again with love. May your soul be lost by you only to be found by God.

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