My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She's ninety-seven now, and we don't know where the hell she is.
“I think that concrete poetry seems to have, as far as I can see, come to a kind of a dead end. It doesn't seem to be going any further than it went in its high period of about five or six years ago.”
“Middle age is when your old classmates are so grey and wrinkled and bald they don't recognize you.”