To me, the mind seems to be spread out in the whole body - the senses are part of the brain. I guess they're not where the thinking is done.

A family is a mystery.

Who wants to put together something that will bear some relationship to the vision or memory or experience or story or idea or dream or whatever.

The older I get, the more I feel.

I think that my work is easy to understand because I am not a thinker, I am not a... How can I put it? I write the way I perceive, I guess.

I'm not asking a poem to carry a lot of rocks in its pockets. Just being an ordinary observer and liver and feeler and letting the experience get through you onto the notebook with the pen, through the arm, out of the body, onto the page, without distortion.

One of the duties of a baseball fan is to engage in arguments with the man behind him.