Be careful with your words, once they are said, they can only be forgiven, not forgotten.
An ambition is a little creeper that creeps and creeps in your heart night and day, singing a little song, “Come and find me, come and find me.”
Come on, you Do you want to live forever?
A tree is best measured when it is down – and so it is with people.
Poetry is the silence and speech between a wet struggling root of a flower and a sunlit blossom of that flower.
Poetry is the capture of a picture, a song, or a flair, in a deliberate prism of words.
Poetry is the establishment of a metaphorical link between white butterfly-wings and the scraps of torn-up love-letters.
Poetry is an enumeration of birds, bees, babies, butterflies, bugs, bambinos, babayagas, and bipeds, beating their way up bewildering bastions.
I had taken a course in Ethics. I read a thick textbook, heard the class discussions and came out of it saying I hadn’t learned a thing I didn’t know before about morals and what is right or wrong in human conduct.
I have always felt that a woman has the right to treat the subject of her age with ambiguity until, perhaps, she passes into the realm of over ninety. Then it is better she be candid with herself and with the world.
The past is a bucket of ashes.
After the sunset on the prairie, there are only the stars.
There are men and women so lonely they believe God, too, is lonely.
There are some people who can receive a truth by no other way than to have their understanding shocked and insulted.
There is a music for lonely hearts nearly always. If the music dies down there is a silence. Almost the same as the movement of music. To know silence perfectly is to know music.
Read the dictionary from A to Izzard today. Get a vocabulary. Brush up on your diction. See whether wisdom is just a lot of language.
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if the women don’t get you then the whiskey must.
Now I am here – now read me – give me a name.
I make it clear why I write as I do and why other poets write as they do. After hundreds of experiments I decided to go my own way in style and see what would happen.