Revision Is Its Own Reward.

Writing Is An Undertaking For The Modest.

The Heart That Gives, Gathers.

I See No Reason For Calling My Work Poetry Except That There Is No Other Category In Which To Put It.

At All Events There Is In Brooklyn Something That Makes Me Feel At Home.

Which Of Us Has Not Been Stunned By The Beauty Of An Animal's Skin Or Its Flexibility In Motion?