When I talk of taking a trip I mean forever.

The liar leads an existence of unutterable loneliness.

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

Women have been driven mad, “gaslighted”, for centuries by the refutation of our experience and our instincts in a culture which validates only male experience. The truth of our bodies and our minds has been mystified to us. We therefore have primary obligation to each other: not to undermine each other’s sense of reality for the sake of expediency; not to gaslight each other.

A thinking woman sleeps with monsters.

We can count on so few people to go that hard way with us.

I believe that words can help us move or keep us paralysed, and that our choices of language and verbal tone have something - a great deal - to do with how we live our lives and whom we end up speaking with and hearing; and that we can deflect words by trivialization, of course, but also by ritualized respect, or we can let them enter our souls and mix with the juices of our minds.