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

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

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.

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

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?

As illusory attachment (moha) spread, one sunk deeper and deeper into the pit.

It is the power of the mind to be unconquerable.

It touched me to be trusted with something terrible.

An easy life is rarely meaningful and a meaningful life rarely easy.

The best way to get out of debt is not to seek to get out of debt, but to seek to create wealth

In every work a reward added makes the pleasure twice as great.

Too many?pass judgement on wartime decisions in the luxury of a peacetime environment.

All right," sighed Madrigal. "To the baths, then. To make ourselves shiningly clean." Like vegetable, she thought, before they go in the stew.

We're gonna have some fun tonight.

Only changed people can change the world. Start with yourself.