Memory Is Each Man's Poet-in-residence.

When They Shall Paint Our Sockets Gray And Light Us Like A Stinking Fuse, Remember That We Once Could Say, Yesterday We Had A World To Lose.

Poetry Is Language Surprised In The Act Of Changing Into Meaning.

Writer's Block Is A Natural Affliction. Writers Who Have Never Experienced It Have Something Wrong With Them. It Means There Isn't Enough Friction-that They Aren't Making Enough Of An Effort To Reconcile The Contradictions Of Life. All You Get Is Sweet Monotonous Flow. Writer's Block Is Nothing To Commit Suicide Over. It Simply Indicates Some Imbalance Between Your Experience And Your Art, And I Think That's Constructive.

Deftly They Opened The Brain Of A Child, And It Was Full Of Flying Dreams.

The Poem In The Head Is Always Perfect. Resistance Begins When You Try To Convert It Into Language.