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

Truth is a hard deer to hunt. If you eat too much truth at once, you might die of the truth.

As for what you're calling hard luck - well, we made New England out of it. That and codfish.

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

If two New Hampshiremen aren't a match for the devil, we might as well give the country back to the Indians.

When I was in graduate school, my thesis included both poetry and essays. Influenced by the personal essays of James Baldwin and Norman Mailer, I loved the form, but pretty much stopped.

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.