If I could do it over, I’d do better.

A poet can’t afford to be aloof. The tools of his trade are the people he bumps up against.

People ask me why I connected. It was presumptuous of me to say, but I’m Everyman. The difference is I put my thoughts into words.

Everybody has the answers or they’ll make them up for you. Just once I’d like to hear a brand-new question.

Even when you feel you’ve reached the end or edge of life, hold on. Life itself will ultimately take care of you.

I am not a joiner. Somewhere I once said that people join clubs now for the very reason they once carried them, a need for security. Maybe I’m alone more often than I should be, because I try to find security within myself.

There’s no misery in not being loved, only in not loving.

Unless you call attention to your presence who will know you’re there? Even a country has to weave and wave a flag as proof of its existence.

It’s nice sometimes to open up the heart a little and let some hurt come in. It proves you’re still alive.

Cats have it all – admiration, an endless sleep, and company only when they want it.