My Cradle Was A Shoe.

We're Losing A Species Every Few Seconds. We Cannot Put Them Back. If We Change Our Mind And Say, 'oops, We Made A Mistake' - It's Too Late. This Is The World We Live With.

The Global Warming Is Going On. These Are Not Single Cases. These Are All Part Of A General Way We've Been Looking At The World. As Long As We Look At The World That Way It's Going To Go On. Because The Idea That The Important Thing Is For Some People Get Rich While The Rest Of The People Work For Them Is Very Deeply Dug In...

Poetry Is A Way Of Looking At The World For The First Time.

I Think There's A Kind Of Desperate Hope Built Into Poetry That One Really Wants, Hopelessly, To Save The World. One Is Trying To Say Everything That Can Be Said For The Things That One Loves While There's Still Time.

Through All Of Youth I Was Looking For You Without Knowing What I Was Looking For