As you get older, you find that often the wheat, disentangling itself from the chaff, comes out to meet you
Books are meat and medicineand flame and flight and flowersteel, stitch, cloud and clout,and drumbeats on the air.
Live not for Battles Won.Live not for The-End-of-the-Song. Live in the along.
Surely--But I am very off from that.From surely. From indeed. From the decent arrowthat was my clean naivete and my faith.This morning, men deliver wounds and death.They will deliver death and wounds tomorrow.And I doubt all. You. Or a violet.
Writing is a delicious agony.
I am a writer perhaps because I am not a talker.
One reason that cats are happier than people is that they have no newspapers.
We are each other's harvest; we are each other's business; we are each other's magnitude and bond.
When you use the term minority or minorities in reference to people, you're telling them that they're less than somebody else.
And all the little people Will stare at me and say, That is the Crazy Woman Who would not sing in May.
Poetry is life distilled.
Very early in life I became fascinated with the wonders language can achieve. And I began playing with words.
I am interested in telling my particular truth as I have seen it.
Truth-tellers are not always palatable. There is a preference for candy bars.
What shall I say, how is the truth to be said? You were born, you had body, you died. It is just that you never giggled or planned or cried.