Actions have consequences. Ignorance about the nature of those actions does not free a person from responsibility for the consequences. (28)

Love doesn't need a reason. Hate needs a reason.

One writes a poem when one is so taken up by an emotional concept that one is unable to remain silent.

A poem is a window that hangs between two or more human beings who otherwise live in darkened rooms.

I write poems to find out why I write them

It was as if pain were a room he had entered and the door had been locked behind him.

I'm reading a manuscript by Rodney Jones, "Village Prodigies",it's one of the best contemporary poetry books I've ever read ever.

Each thing I do, I rush through, so I can do something else.

Baudelaire's L'Héautontimorouménos was long seen to be a sexual sadomasochistic poem, it is now generally accepted that the poem is about writing poetry.

I can't believe there is a poet who hasn't eagerly put down a word one day, only to erase it the next day deciding it was sheer lunacy. It's part of the process of selection.

Many of my poems try to use a comic element to reach a place that isn't comic at all. The comic element works as a surprise. It is unexpected and energizing.

The decision is mine, and I choose happiness

In the event that your feminist activities are discovered, quick diversions include bursting into song, asking him how to fix something in the room and fainting.

There are more good women in the world than there are men worthy of them!

There are three points I used to help a gourmet chocolatier increase sales 300% in a single month as well as a Midwest city to increase tourism guests 500% in 12 months.

Despite the loss they were suffering, they'd both relaxed - as people do when they realize they've run out of chances for happiness

Friendship is a plant that loves the sun, thrives ill under clouds.

He that would eat of love must eat it where it hangs.

For every hour of pain I have had a day of pleasure. For every moment of worry, an hour of content.

You cannot expect to live a positive life if you hang with negative people.

Human nature is so constituted that insults sink deeper than kindnesses; the remembrance of the latter soon passes away, while that of the former is treasured in the memory.