The 'Sports Illustrated' cover was the last thing I shot. That week I told my agent 'You know what I really... I don't want to be a model anymore. I really want to do movies.' And I think he wanted to wring my neck at the moment.

And I know I'm supposed to feel guilty for wanting people to buy my books... and books in general? Novels and poetry they belong to the realm of art. How dirty of us to try to hawk art! But after a decade of hand-wringing and apologies I can't quite muster the guilt anymore.

Nothing is so beautiful as spring - when weeds in wheels shoot long and lovely and lush Thrush's eggs look little low heavens and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.

Very few beings really seek knowledge in this world. Mortal or immortal few really ASK. On the contrary they try to wring from the unknown the answers they have already shaped in their own minds.

Literature boils with the madcap careers of writers brought to the edge by the demands of living on their nerves wringing out their memories and their nightmares to extract meaning truth beauty.