Most spiders eat and remake their webs every night.

I have a fireplace in my kitchen that I light every night, no matter what.

The inventory goes down the elevator every night.

One night, I lay awake for hours, just terrified. When the dawn finally came up - the comfortable blue sky, the familiar world returning - I could think of no other way to express my relief than through poetry. I made a decision there and then that it was what I wanted to do. Every time I pulled a wishbone, it was what I asked for.

New Orleans is awake all night, and every night is a party.

At each moment, a poem might grow into a totally different shape. It is not so much like working in a garden. It is more as if you remade the garden every day.