I have fallen in love with American names, the sharp, gaunt names that never get fat.

I died in my boots like a pioneer With the whole wide sky above me.

Occasionally I encounter people getting into their cars who will say, "Oh, you haven't been walking lately" - like I'm a symbol of the ancient art of walking!

Honesty is as rare as a man without self-pity.

At first I was blogging everyday, but I don't do that anymore. It varies; sometimes I'll write these little essays and other times political commentaries. Other times it'll just be new work that I'm doing.

Grant us brotherhood, not only for this day but for all our years - a brotherhood not of words but of acts and deeds.

I am tired of loving a foreign muse.