No place of grace for those who avoid the Face. No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the Voice.

Home is where one starts from.

I was too slow a mover to be a boxer. It was much easier to be a poet.

I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots;Her coat is one of the tabby kind,with tiger stripes and lepard spots.

I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, and I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, and in short, I was afraid.

Humor is also a way of saying something serious.

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.