You Must Not Ever Stop Being Whimsical.

Today Again I Am Hardly Myself. It Happens Over And Over.

I Consider Myself Kind Of A Reporter - One Who Uses Words That Are More Like Music And That Have A Choreography. I Never Think Of Myself As A Poet; I Just Get Up And Write.

Snow Was Falling, So Much Like Stars Filling The Dak Trees That One Could Easily Imagine Its Reason For Being Was Nothing More The Prettiness.

Always There Is Something Worth Saying About Glory, About Gratitude.

We Do Not Love Anything More Deeply Than We Love A Story.