When I'm writing, I know I'm doing the thing I was born to do.

Everyone in me is a bird I am beating all my wings

Poetry to me is prayer.

The snow has quietness in it; no songs, no smells, no shouts or traffic. When I speak my own voice shocks me.

For I could not read or speak and on the long nights I could not turn the moon off or count the lights of cars across the ceiling.

Writers are such phonies: they sometimes have wise insights but they don't live by them at all. That's what writers are like...you think they know something, but usually they are just messes.

Suicides have a special language. Like carpenters they want to know which tools. They never ask why build.