That's where the money is, on the road..

No day in all my life had ever been as cruel as this one..

I love a good Dorothy L. Sayers..

Who do you serve? Do you serve somebody? I serve the poem, no one..

I never have anything to talk about..

What God originates, God orchestrates..

I like my work to stand on its own as much as possible..

There is beauty in everything, Just not everybody sees it.

Swallows and Amazons for-ever!.

Some changes are so slow, you don't notice them, others are so fast, they don't notice you..

All high poetry is infinite; it is as the first acorn, which contained all oaks potentially..

Even fools say something worthwhile now and again. Even a blind pig finds an acorn sometimes..

A man is the whole encyclopedia of facts..

Is the acorn better than the oak which is its fullness and completion?.

The boughs of the oak are roaring inside the acorn..

Each human being is bred with a unique set of potentials that yearn to be fulfilled as surely as the acorn yearns to become the oak within it..

That’s us,” he said. “Those five nuts right there.” Which one is me?” I asked. The little deformed one,” Zoe suggested. Oh, shut up..

Before the acorn can bring forth the oak, it must become itself a wreck. No plant ever came from any but a wrecked seed..

The mind has grown to its present state of consciousness as an acorn grows into an oak, or as saurians developed into mammals..

The acorn of ambition often grows into an oak from which men hang..