I find it somewhat difficult to write with other people, although it has happened occasionally.
Ignore the awful times, and concentrate on the good ones.
For some reason, the most vocal Christians among us never mention the Beatitudes (Matthew 5). But, often with tears in their eyes, they demand that the Ten Commandments be posted in public buildings. And of course, that's Moses, not Jesus. I haven't heard one of them demand that the Sermon on the Mount, the Beatitudes, be posted anywhere. "Blessed are the merciful" in a courtroom? "Blessed are the peacemakers" in the Pentagon? Give me a break!
Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before.
It's a terrible waste to be happy and not notice it.
True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country.
The secret to success in any human endeavor is total concentration.
My own sex life is very monogamous and happy. . . just a happy married sex life!
The ego is willing but the machine cannot go on. It's the last thing a man will admit, that his mind ages.
There's no there. That elusive 'there' with the job, the beach house, the dream, it's not out there. There is here. It's in you. . . right now.
So, I've never been politically correct, even before that term was available to us, and I have really identified with other people who don't want to be read as just a black poet, or just a woman poet, or just someone who represents a cause, an anti-Vietnam war poet.