I put myself in a spiritual and physical place where I've learned from experience the synapses are likely to fire and the juices are likely to flow, and simply begin to write. — Miller Williams Copy Share Image
“Wherever it left us, we were barely learning to live with it when here came Flannery O'Connor and Hank Williams to tell us that… — Miller Williams Copy Share
I don't like poetry that doesn't give me a sense of ritual, but I don't like poetry that doesn't sound like people talking to… — Miller Williams Copy Share
Ritual is important to us as human beings. It ties us to our traditions and our histories. — Miller Williams Copy Share
A thing may fail as a poem because it tries to do what a poem cannot do: it tries to become a treatise on… — Miller Williams Copy Share
Have compassion for everyone you meet, even if they don't want it. What appears bad manners, an ill temper or cynicism is always a… — Miller Williams Copy Share
“Have compassion for everyone you meet, even if they don't want it. What seems conceit, bad manners, or cynicism is always a sign of… — Miller Williams Copy Share
Jazz is very important. It's not something I can put my finger on. When I'm writing at my favorite time, I like to have… — Miller Williams Copy Share
“He lives all alone now, in the home they bought, and finally seems to be managing, more or less. Not the way he was,… — Miller Williams Copy Share
I put myself in a spiritual and physical place where I've learned from experience the synapses are likely to fire and the juices are… — Miller Williams Copy Share
For something to be useful to the spirit is not very valuable to get your covered wagon across the desert. We have adopted that… — Miller Williams Copy Share
Too many poets write poems which are only difficult on the surface, difficult because the dramatic situation is easily misunderstood. It's not difficult to… — Miller Williams Copy Share
I like to think that the best poetry is or involves a contest between ordinary conversation and ritual. — Miller Williams Copy Share
I manage a toast to the Christmas tree and one to the sweet absurdity in the miracle of the verb to be. Lucky you,… — Miller Williams Copy Share
