Love, our subject: we've trained it like ivy to our walls.

[The poet] is endowed to speak for those who do not have the gift of language, or to see for those who - for whatever reasons - are less conscious of what they are living through. It is as though the risks of the poet's existence can be put to some use beyond her own survival.

The liar leads an existence of unutterable loneliness.

The mind's passion is all for singling out. Obscurity has another tale to tell.

A patriot is one who wrestles for the soul of her country as she wrestles for her own being.

There is nothing revolutionary whatsoever about the control of women's bodies by men. The woman's body is the terrain on which patriarchy is erected.

When one woman tells her truth, it makes a space for other women to tell their truths.