We do not fight for the real but for shadows we make. A flag is a piece of cloth and a word is a sound, But we make them something neither cloth nor a sound, Totems of love and hate, black sorcery-stones.

I do think that the kind of writing that I do will always be around and printed in books, magazines, and now blogs.

I tried to think of my knowledge, but it was a squirrel's heap of winter nuts. There was no strength in my knowledge any more and I felt small and naked as a new-hatched bird.

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

We thought we were done with these things but we were wrong. We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.

Money is sullen And wisdom is sly, But youth is the pollen That blows through the sky And does not ask why.

Life is not lost by dying! Life is lost, Minute by minute, day by dragging day, In all the thousand, small, uncaring ways...