I suffer for birds and fireflies but not frogs, she said, and threw him across the room. Kaboom! Like a genie out of a samovar, a handsome prince arose in the corner of the bedroom.

And if I tried to give you something else, something outside myself, you would not know that the worst of anyone can be, finally, an accident of hope

I think of myself as writing for one person, that one perfect reader who understands and loves.

I'm the crazy one who thinks that words reach people.

Yesterday I did not want to be borrowed but this is the typewriter that sits before me and love is where yesterday is at.

Thief!- how did you crawl into, crawl down alone into the death I wanted so badly and for so long.

I am teaching... This year it's kind of like having a love affair with a rhinoceros.