...you called me poet-priest - I am. ...devoted to my art, faithful to you...or, is the other way around?...

...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...

...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...

...no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one...

...I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms...

...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...

...wherever there is society, there is authority and the temptation to disobedience because our individual wills refuse to submit...

...you think so logically...like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically...like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth...

...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...

...if you always move in certainty, your writing will be flat - creativity is a rugged terrain...

...is worship too strong a word? yes, I worship you - to worship is to give worth to something – isn’t that what love is all about?...

Gold authenticity can only be tested under maximum fire. The same holds true with regard to manhood.

Comedy too can sometimes discern what is right.

The water and the wind will wear the wood down, until only water and wind remain.

The song Some Other Time is full of emotion. In wartime, it had a tremendously poignant feeling.

A bad mood is like bad breath. Both are wrong to inflict onto others

I am bit sending messages with my feet. All I ever wanted was not to come up empty. I did it for the dough and the old applause.

For an author just starting out, you've got to deliver the goods every year or sooner or people will forget you or you will lose momentum. There is a contract that exists between author and reader.

Join the crazed institution of the stars.

It is distraction, not meditation, that becomes habitual; interruption, not continuity; spasmodic, not constant toil.

Courtesy will be in my heart to give to all.