A nothing day full of wild beauty .... Little fish stream by, a river in water.

I wish i could press snowflakes in a book like flowers.

The aim of the poet, or other artist, is first to make something; and it's impossible to make something out of words and not communicate

I do not usually revise much, though I often cut, particularly the end or toward the end of a poem

Snow falling softly on lashes of eyes you love, and a cold cheek growing warm next to your own in hushed dark familial December.

It seems to me that readers sometimes make the genesis of a poem more mysterious than it is (by that I perhaps mean, think of it as something outside their own experience)

However, if a poem can be reduced to a prose sentence, there can't be much to it.

It is always pleasant to learn that someone takes an interest in a work which one enjoyed writing

One tends to write beyond what's needed

What are the questions you wish to ask?

Loneliness is like a big, empty room inside you that echoes with the sounds of the life you're not living.

When our objectives become purely military, we've already lost the larger fight.

Happiness is in the taste and not in the things themselves we are happy from possessing what we like not from possessing what others like.

I live in my deepest hell and from there I cannot fall any further.

Music is just something that explains people lives for them - that's what people call roots

I'm small. I'm petite. But I'm a bit of a fighter inside.

I tend to enjoy proving people wrong.

The formula for doing a good job in photography is to think like a poet.

What a good thing Adam had. When he said a good thing he knew nobody had said it before.

The Path of Love is not a tedious Path. It's a Path of joy. It's a Path of singing and dancing. It's not a desert. It is a valley of flowers