“little birdy fly's away from the nest on its own and comes back with one twig and you invite it back in, it will bring more!”

“The bird of youth flies away and doesn't come back. Fly, boy, fly!”

“Poems, to me, do not come from ideas, they come from a series of images that you tuck away in the back of your brain. Little photographic snapshots. Then you get the major vision of the poem, which is like a giant magnet to which all these disparate little impressions fly and adhere, and there is the poem!”

“Snowflake. You catch the snowflake but when you look in your hand you don’t have it no more. Maybe you see this dechado. But before you see it it is gone. If you want to see it you have to see it on its own ground. If you catch it you lose it. And where it goes there is no coming back from. Not even God can bring it back.”

“Give the ones you love wings to fly, roots to come back and reasons to stay.”

“Give away everything you know, and more will come back to you.”