Actually, I consider myself to be pretty politically conservative.
I look only to the good qualities of men. Not being faultless myself, I won’t presume to probe into the faults of others.
Well, I love fishing. I wouldn’t kill a fly myself but I’ve no hesitation in killing a fish. A lot of men are like that. No bother. Out you come. Thump. And that’s not the only reason.
I don’t decide to represent anything except myself. But that self is full of collective memory.
Frankly, writing poetry for children is plain old fun, and I consider myself blessed to have such a delightful career.
If anything is certain, it is that I myself am not a Marxist.
I’m attempting to put myself in a bottle that will one day wash up on the beach for my children.
I will always be open to receive my friends. I will not force myself on them.
When Beverly and I got together in 1992, and I moved to be with her in the little round house she’d built in the middle of 20 acres of woods near Amity, I found myself immersed in a natural setting that I responded to with all my being.
Capitalism would have never let me be a filmmaker, living in Flint, Michigan with a high school education. I was going to have to make that happen myself.