... poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of the light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into idea, then into more tangible action. Poetry is the way we help give name to the nameless so it can be thought. The farthest horizons of our hopes and fears are cobbled by our poems, carved from the rock experiences of our daily lives.

Art is not living. It is the use of living. The artist has the ability to take the living and use it in a certain way and produce art.

Our feelings are our most genuine paths to knowledge.

Guilt is not a response to anger; it is a response to one's own actions or lack of action.

Our visions begin with our desires.

The oppression of women knows no ethnic nor racial boundaries, true, but that does not mean it is identical within those boundaries.

You loved people and you came to depend on their being there. but people died or changed or went away and it hurt too much. The only way to avoid that poin was not to love anyone, and not to let anyone get too close or too important. The secret of not being hurt like this again, I decided, was never depending on anyone, never needing, never loving.It is the last dream of children, to be forever untouched.