Poverty, Frost, Famine, Rain, Disease, are the beadles and guardsmen that hold us to Common Sense.
Most of the pollution in the water already is dead animal and plant matter and building debris,. . . good stagnant nursery for mosquitoes.
Suddenly I realize That if I stepped out of my body I would break Into blossom.
Poetry can keep life itself alive. You can endure almost anything as long as you can sing about it.
It goes without saying that a fine short poem can have the resonance and depth of an entire novel.
There is this cave In the air behind my body That nobody is going to touch: A cloister, a silence Closing around a blossom of fire. When I stand upright in the wind, My bones turn to dark emeralds.
I close my eyes, and think of water.
I would make far more money if every song were my own, but I don't write to fill up the album with my songs.
Just remember that if you're not working at your game to the utmost of your ability, there will be someone out there somewhere with equal ability who is. And one day you'll play each other, and he'll have the advantage.
I do a first draft as passionately and as quickly as I can. I believe a story is valid only when it's immediate and passionate, when it dances out of your subconscious. If you interfere in any way, you destroy it.
Who does not believe his first passion eternal?