Above All, We Ask The Poet To

Human Beings Are Sloshing Sacks Of Chemicals On The Move.

After All, Coffee Is Bitter, A Flavor From The Forbidden And Dangerous Realm.

Love Is The White Light Of Emotion.

[on Gardens:] I Think They're Sanctuaries For The Mind And Spirit. ... It's Easy To Feel Wonder-struck In A Garden, Especially If You Cultivate Delight.

Though We Marry As Adults, We Don't Marry Adults. We Marry Children Who Have Grown Up And Still Rejoice In Being Children, Especially If We're Creative.