I can't believe there is a poet who hasn't eagerly put down a word one day, only to erase it the next day deciding it was sheer lunacy. It's part of the process of selection.

Everything starts with one step, or one brick, or one word or one day.

Perhaps one day I will go into space.

Psychiatrists don't solve anything from one day to the next.

My poems always begin with a metaphor, but my way into the metaphor may be a word, an image, even a sound. And I rarely know the nature of the metaphor when I begin to write, but there is an attentiveness that a writer develops, a sudden alertness that is much like the feel of a fish brushing against a hook.

The way to deal with the devil of obesity and diabetes is literally one day at a time.