The Shovel Is The Brother To The

In Democracy Both A Deep Reverence And A Sense Of The Comic Are Requisite.

Arithmetic Is Numbers You Squeeze From Your Head To Your Hand To Your Pencil To Your Paper Till You Get The Answer.

There Is An Eagle In Me That Wants To Soar.

Our Lives Are Like A Candle In The Wind.

Poetry Is The Establishment Of A Metaphorical Link Between White Butterfly-wings And The Scraps Of Torn-up Love-letters.