Pain Can Make A Whole Winter Bright,

There Is A Wilder Solitude In Winter When Every Sense Is Pricked Alive And Keen.

For Me A True Poem Is On The Way When I Begin To Be Haunted, When It Seems As If I Were Being Asked An Inescapable Question By An Angel With Whom I Must Wrestle To Get At The Answer.

I Feel More Alive When I'm Writing Than I Do At Any Other Time--except Maybe When I'm Making Love.

Old Age Is Not An Illness, It Is A Timeless Ascent. As Power Diminishes, We Grow Toward The Light.

All Great People Are Humble Because Great People Have Great Work And Are Humbled By The Largeness Of Their Dreams.