 There are times when I'll say an Emily Dickinson couple of lines before I eat, which does slow me down. What's the Emily Dickinson line? It's, a bird came down the walk. He did not know I saw. He bit an angles worm in half and ate the fellow raw. It goes on a little bit. It's such a hot little poem, but it puts me back into this sort of natural world moment. The rhythm of it just holds me and slows me down.