if a girl likes me a lot and starts getting real nervous and suddenly begins asking me funny questions and looks sad if I give the wrong answers and she says things like, 'Do you think it's going to rain?' and I say, 'It beats me,' and she says, 'Oh,' and looks a little sad at the clear blue California sky, I think: Thank God, it's you, baby, this time Instead of me.

I like to think (it has to be!) of a cybernetic ecology where we are free of our labors and joined back to nature, returned to our mammal brothers and sisters,…

All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds.

A friend came over to the house a few days ago and read one of my poems. He came back today and asked to read the same poem over again. After he finished readi…

We need others. We need others to love and we need to be loved by them. There is no doubt that without it, we too, like the infant left alone, would cease to g…

We are bound to those we love by their imperfections - their perfections help us to explain them to others.

There can be - there ought to be - no medium course; a love-affair is either sober earnest or contemptible folly, if not wickedness: to gossip about it is, in …