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

I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road. It is one of a kind just as yours is.

Women tell time by the body. They are like clocks. They are always fastened to the earth, listening for its small animal noises.

The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not.

The little girl skipped by under the wrinkled oak leaves and held fast to a replica of herself.

As a writer one has to take the chance on being a fool.

the marriage twists, holds firm, a sailor's knot.