Poems, Like Dreams, Are A Sort Of

Nothing Quite Has Reality For Me Till I Write It All Down--revising And Embellishing As I Go. I'm Always Waiting For Things To Be Over So I Can Get Home And Commit Them To Paper.

I Knew I Was In England By The Smell.

The Only People Worth Writing About Are Those About Whom The Last Word Cannot Be Said.

If We Don't Risk Anything, We Risk Even More.

Advice Is What We Ask For When We Already Know The Answer But Wish We Didn't.