[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.

Not biology, but ignorance of ourselves, has been the key to our powerlessness

One of the great functions of art is to help us imagine what it is like to be not ourselves, what it is like to be someone or something else, what it is like to live in another skin, what it is like to live in another body, and in that sense to surpass ourselves, to go out beyond ourselves.

Abortion is violence; a deep, desperate violence inflicted by a woman upon, first of all, herself.

If I cling to circumstances I could feel not responsible. Only she who says she did not choose, is the loser in the end.

How we dwelt in two worlds the daughters and the mothers in the kingdom of the sons.

It is the thirtieth of May, the thirtieth of November, a beginning or an end, we are moving into the solstice and there is so much here I still do not understand.