“...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...”

“...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...”

“...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...”

“...wherever there is society, there is authority and the temptation to disobedience because our individual wills refuse to submit...”

“...no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one...”

“...you think so logically...like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically...like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth...”

“...there is a myth called objective reality - we think an impersonal world exists apart from us - it doesn't - it needs us to be ...”

“We were talking of DRAGONS, Tolkien and I In a Berkshire bar. The big workman Who had sat silent and sucked his pipe All the evening, from his empty mug With gleaming eye glanced towards us: "I see...”

“A myth... is a metaphor for a mystery beyond human comprehension. It is a comparison that helps us understand, by analogy, some aspect of our mysterious selves. A myth, in this way of thinking, is ...”

“All that we call sacred history attests that the birth of a poet is the principal event in chronology.”