A Family Is A Mystery.

We're All Taking On Too Much, We're All Asking Too Much Of Ourselves. We're All Wishing We Could Do More, And Therefore Just Doing More.

To Me, The Mind Seems To Be Spread Out In The Whole Body - The Senses Are Part Of The Brain. I Guess They're Not Where The Thinking Is Done.

I Was A Late Bloomer. But Anyone Who Blooms At All, Ever, Is Very Lucky.

The Amount Of Horror One Used To Hear About In One Village Could Be Quite Extreme. But One Might Not Have Heard About All The Other Villages' Horrors At The Same Time.

Many Poets Write Books. They'll Tell You: Well, I've Got My Next Book, But There Are Two Poems I Need To Write, One About X, One About Y. This Is A Wonder To Me.