I Sometimes Talk About The Making Of

Nothing In The Universe Can Travel At The Speed Of Light, They Say, Forgetful Of The Shadow's Speed.

Robert Frost Had Always Said You Mustn't Think Of The Last Line First, Or It's Only A Fake Poem, Not A Real One. I'm Inclined To Agree.

Writing Is Like The Relationship With Your Bowels. First You Can, Then You Can't. Finally, You Must. Only Then Should You Reach For The Paper.

Once In Awhile You Have A Thought, And You Rhyme It.

When In Still Air And Still In Summertime A Leaf Has Had Enough Of This, It Seems To Make Up Its Mind To Go; Fine As A Sage Its Drifting In Detachment Down The Road.