“Everybody in this room is bored.The poems drag, the voice and gestures irk.He can't be interrupted or ignored.Poor fools, we came here of our own accordAnd some of us have paid to hear this jerk.Everybody in the room is bored.The silent cry goes up, 'How long, O Lord?'But nobody will scream or go berserk.He won't be interrupted or ignored.Or hit by eggs, or savaged by a hordeOf desperate people maddened by his work.Everybody in the room is bored,Except the poet. We are his reward,Pretending to indulge in his every quirk.He won't be interrupted or ignored.At last it's over. How we all applaud!The poet thanks us with a modest smirk.Everybody in the room was bored.He wasn't interrupted or ignored.”

“When we understand that He is Lord of our time, we realize that interruptions are of His planning. They become opportunities to serve rather than plagues to keep us from functioning.”

“Everyone has noticed how hard it is to turn to God when everything is going well for us. We 'have all we want' is a terrible saying when 'all' does not include God. We find God an interruption.”

“Whoever interrupts the conversation of others to make a display of his fund of knowledge, makes notorious his own stock of ignorance.”

“...we could think or feel as we wished toward the characters, or as the poet, discounting history, invited us to; we were the poet's guest, his world was his own kingdom, reached, as one of the poems told us, through the 'Ring of Words'...”

“We don't have a clue what's really going down, we just kid ourselves that we're in control of our lives while a paper's thickness away things that would drive us mad if we thought about them for too long play with us, and move us around from room to room, and put us away at night when they're tired, or bored.”