“Sometimes I think my writing sounds like I walked out of the room and left the typewriter running.”

“I dropped my hoe and ran into the house and started to write this poem, 'End of Summer.’ It began as a celebration of wild geese. Eventually the geese flew out of the poem, but I like to think they left behind the sound of their beating wings.”

“Having room to run and having just the space to use your imagination and create stories out of everyday life, I think that had a lot to do with me wanting write. And write songs”

“When I think of you, some times my heart leaps right out my chest, and goes running around the room dancing!!”

“I peered at his writing, but I could make nothing of it. Then I saw why, and my soul chilled like marble. His writing was running left to right. Not the words in reverse order, but the letter themselves. All of it. It was mirror writing- to be read by the Devil.”

“You don't write poems sitting at a typewriter; you write them swimming or climbing a mountain or walking.”