She Became For Me An Island Of

Is It Perhaps The One Necessity Of Love, That It Be Needed? And The One Great Human Tragedy That It So Rarely Is?

There The Door Is Always Open Into The “holy” — Growth, Birth, Death.

I See A Certain Order In The Universe And Math Is One Way Of Making It Visible.

Poetry Is First Of All A Way Of Life And Only Secondarily A Way Of Writing.

My Musical Genius Reached Its Apex Thirty Years Ago When I Played The Triangle In Haydn's Children's Symphony, So I Could Not Play Unless You Needed Someone To Make One Sustained Note!