But maybe it's up in the hills under the leaves or in a ditch somewhere. Maybe it's never found. But what you find, whatever you find, is always only part of the missing, and writing is the way the poet finds out what it is he found.
“Designers are very fickle. I never wanted to be a victim of that. You're in one minute, out the next.”
“You don't want to make a steady diet of just lettuce. You don't want to make a steady diet of fried chicken.”