What would they say if they knew I sit for two months on six lines of poetry?

Strange—we are always inhabiting more than one realm of existence—but they all fit in if the art is right.

Smile / to see the lake / lay / the still sky / And / out for an easy / make / the dragonfly.

I rose from marsh mud algae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisy birds and frogs.

Popcorn-can cover / screwed to the wall / over a hole / so the cold / can't mouse in.

Grandfather / advised me: / Learn a trade / I learned / to sit at desk / and condense / No layoff / from this / condensery.

I was the solitary plovera pencil for a wing-boneFrom the secret notesI must tiltupon the pressureexecute and adjust In us sea-air rhythm"We live by the urgent waveof the verse

I rose from marsh mudalgae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisybirds and frogs.

We all hold the keys to our own jail cells.

What is most personal is most universal.

That which we do for ourselves dies with us … that which we do for others lives forever.

Look, my dad has a saying - we'll burn that bridge when get to it. OK? You get it? Worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.

Out of the questions of students come most of the creative ideas and discoveries.

I have two grandchildren.

If you look closely at some scenes in Diner, my eyes look like Dracula's.

A happy childhood is poor preparation for human contacts.

Be kind to yourself this evening. Buy something for yourself. Treat yourself to a meal. Look in the mirror and give yourself a smile