You Can Talk Good Ideas Out Of

Quietly They Moved Down The Calm And Sacred River That Had Come Down To Earth So That Its Waters Might Flow Over The Ashes Of Those Long Dead, And That Would Continue To Flow Long After The Human Race Had, Through Hatred And Knowledge, Burned Itself Out.

All You Who Sleep Tonight Far From The Ones You Love, No Hand To Left Or Right, An Emptiness Above-- Know That You Aren't Alone. The Whole World Shares Your Tears, Some For Two Nights Or One, And Some For All Your Years.

You Get Your Inspiration - Suggestions - Wherever You Have To, Even From Your Mother.

And The Process Of Reading Is Such A Private One. I Once Came Into A Room Where A Friend Of Mine Was Reading One Of My Books, And He Clicked His Tongue Impatiently And Shooed Me Off.

Why Do Writers, Say, Give Up A Job In Economics And Decide To Write Poetry? Or, Why Do They Give Up A Job In A Bank And Decide To Paint, Like Krishan Khanna? They Want To Convey Something.