I love you. You are closest to my heart, closer than any other human being. You are my extension. You are my prayer. You are my belief in God. For better or worse you inherit me.

Be careful of words, / ... they can be both daisies and bruises.

A woman who writes feels too much.

Somebody who should have been born is gone.

I'm hunting for the truth. It might be a kind of poetic truth, and not just a factual one, because behind everything that happens to you, there is another truth, a secret life.

I have been cut in two.

Let the light be called Day so that men may grow corn or take busses.