“In an age when the fashion is to be in love with yourself, confessing to be in l…” — Russell Baker

It seems to be a law in American life that whatever enriches us anywhere except in the wallet inevitably becomes uneconomic.

I gave up on new poetry myself 30 years ago when most of it began to read like coded messages passing between lonely aliens in a hostile world.

Poetry is so vital to us until school spoils it.

The worst thing about being a tourist is having other tourists recognize you as a tourist.