Anger Is Really Disappointed Hope.

Poems, Like Dreams, Are A Sort Of Royal Road To The Unconscious. They Tell You What Your Secret Self Cannot Express.

There Is A Rhythm To The Ending Of A Marriage Just Like The Rhythm Of A Courtship-only Backward. You Try To Start Again But Get Into Blaming Over And Over. Finally You Are Both Worn Out, Exhausted, Hopeless. Then Lawyers Are Called In To Pick Clean The Corpses. The Death Has Occurred Much Earlier.

The Older We Get, The More Jewish We Become In My Family.

Never Joke With The Press. Irony Does Not Translate Into Newsprint.

The Soul Is Awakened Through Service.