If you think you can grasp me, think again: my story flows in more than one direction, a delta springing from the river bed with its five fingers spread.

An honorable human relationship ... is a process, delicate, violent, often terrifying to both persons involved, a process of refining the truths they can tell each other.

Lies are usually attempts to make everything simpler - for the liar - than it really is, or ought to be.

We have lived with violence far too long.

The moment when a feeling enters the body/ is political. This touch is political

Poetry is above all a concentration of the power of language, which is the power of our ultimate relationship to everything in the universe.

The mother's battle for her child with sickness, with poverty, with war, with all the forces of exploitation and callousness that cheapen human life needs to become a common human battle, waged in love and in the passion for survival.