Be a good ancestor. Do something a future generation will thank you for. A simple thing is to plant a tree.

To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.

The true opponent, the enfolding enemy, is not the Russians but their own stupidity.

The poem is not a dialogue. The poem is a monologue delivered in the presence of a witness.

Success in this industry requires both vision and execution.