I Think All Those People I Did

I Would Love To Write Something That People Would Still Read 50 Or 100 Years From Now. That Comes With Growing Older, I Think.

There Is Melancholy In The Wind And Sorrow In The Grass

America Is A Great Story And There Is A River On Every Page Of It.

It Was Cold Out There, Bitter, Biting, Cutting, Piercing, Hyperborean, Marmoreal Cold, And There Were All These Minnesotans Running Around Outdoors, Happy As Lambs In The Spring.

I Started Out Thinking Of America As Highways And State Lines. As I Got To Know It Better, I Began To Think Of It As Rivers.