The tough times start, " he said, "the day the last casserole dish is returned.

We talk about how he and Leanne are doing knowing full well there is no sufficient answer.p 294

It is the blessing of dumb work done close to the earth-one gritty minute at a time, we move forward.

Imagine the wizened quality of a life blanched of contradiction and double standard.p 44

Good! he wanted to cry out to her. Good! Because you only had to see it! I had to wear it!

Truth, like light, is blinding. Lies, on the other hand, are a beautiful dusk, which enhances the value of each object.

Procrastination is, hands down, our favorite form of self-sabotage.

Like the sand and the oyster, it's a creative irritant. In each poem, I'm trying to reveal a truth, so it can't have a fictional beginning.

The fashionable Canadian drug habit, instead of cocaine, is to sniff real snow.

The art of walking is at once suggestive of the dignity of man. Progressive motion alone implies power, but in almost every other instance it seems a power gained at the expense of self-possession.

Love much dear friends for love will bring the healing joy and hope of Spring. . .

Everybody thinks this is a tough man's sport. This is not a tough man's sport. This is a thinking man's sport. A tough man is gonna get hurt real bad in this sport.

Brick walls are there for a reason. The brick walls aren't there to keep us out. The brick walls are there to show us how badly we want things.

It is not from reason and prudence that people marry, but from inclination.