Keep Your Hand Moving

It's Okay To Embark On Writing Because You Think It Will Get You Love. At Least It Gets You Going, But It Doesn't Last. After A While You Realize That No One Cares That Much. Then You Find Another Reason: Money. You Can Dream On That One While The Bills Pile Up. Then You Think: "well, I'm The Sensitive Type. I Have To Express Myself." Do Me A Favor. Don't Be So Sensitive. Be Tough. It Will Get You Further Along When You Get Rejected. Finally, You Just Do It Because You Happen To Like It.

Even An Ice Cream Parlor - A Definite Advantage - Does Not Alleviate The Sorrow I Feel For A Town Lacking A Bookstore.

Poems Are Taught As Though The Poet Has Put A Secret Key In His Words And It Is The Reader's Job To Find It. Poems Are Not Mystery Novels.

Life Is Not Orderly. No Matter How We Try To Make It So, Right In The Middle Of It We Die, Lose A Leg, Fall In Love, Or Drop A Jar Of Applesauce.

I Think Talent Is Like A Water Table Under The Earth—you Tap It With Your Effort And It Comes Through You.