Extreme Patience And Persistence Are Required, Yet

Poetry Is Mostly Hunches.

Once A Happy Old Man One Can Never Change The Core Of Things, And Light Burns You The Harder For It.

... The First Step Of The Terrible Journey Toward Feeling Somebody Should Act, That Ends In Utter Confusion And Hopelessness, East Of The Sun And West Of The Moon.

Silly Girls Your Heads Full Of Boys

I Am Often Asked Why I Write, And I Don't Know Really--i Just Want To.