Flight Is The Only Truly New Sensation

There Ain't Nothin' To Dyin', Really. You Just Get Tired. You Kind Of Drift Away.

There Are So Many Selves In Everybody, And Just To Explore And Exploit One Is Wrong, Dead Wrong, For The Creative Person.

I Don’t Believe That A Reviewer Or A Critic Can Really Criticize Well Unless He Can Praise Well.

You Are Bound, My Hunch Is, To Make It Just Fine.

Poetry Is A Hazardous Occupation, Very Hazardous. There May Be Bad Things In There Inside You That Maybe You Can't Handle.