As poets, we're writing into the void, and we're not writing to be bestsellers. Whatever individual responses we get, whether at a reading, by a conversation or a letter, mean the world.

And I said to myself, here's the problem with the world: The Italians are too Italian, and nobody else is Italian enough.

Like a page dipped in ink, your cuff's in my coffee. / You have something to tell with unbuttoned sleeves.

Part of what the imagination does later in life is it's linking you not just to who you are now but to all the people you've been.

Money is that dear thing which, if you're not careful, you can squander your whole life thinking of.

Do what gives you joy.

It's only those exceptional and rare individuals who have brilliant ideas delivered to them by the muse, complete and gift wrapped. The rest of us have to work at it.

I have always found that actively loving saves one from a morbid preoccupation with the shortcomings of society.

And besides, it drives the dragon crazy when you sing about his downfall even though you are bleeding

There is an explosion of information happening, yet people demand quick access to relevant content that cuts through the clutter.

The question many have in the region is how not to squander the wealth like they did in the 1970s.

When the lies are all told and forgot the truth will be their yet.

Everyone should know--there's no such thing as a decent human being. It's just an illusion. And when it's gone, it's really gone.

I'm not a famous celebrity of any kind. I'm a guy from Edmonton who's got a great job and I'm loving it.

My whole life is waiting for the questions to which I have prepared answers.