Broad-streeted Richmond . . . The trees in the streets are old trees used to living with people, Family trees that remember your grandfather's name.

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!

Go play with the towns you have built of blocks, The towns where you would have bound me! I sleep in my earth like a tired fox, And my bufdfalo have found me.

Our fathers and ourselves sowed dragon's teeth. Our children know and suffer the armed men.

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

There's nothing compared to the history of writing about the city of New York that you get, say, in Charles Reznikoff.

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