Those memories are all I have. I don't have anything else.

We bought this house in '73 and all their childhood memories are tied up with this house. They really wanted me to restore it and that's what I'm going to do. I'm hoping it doesn't happen again. If it does, I'll rebuild again, because this is my home.

That's my daughter's baby pictures and my son's baby pictures. They're all ruined and mildewed.

They weren't a stuffy family at all. They were very well-rounded. The play deals with the issue of the father's death.

Poetry is a poets work in clandestine chemistry and there is no ethic other than poethics!

Love is a forest fire ignited by a firefly