I have always felt that a woman has the right to treat the subject of her age with ambiguity until, perhaps, she passes into the realm of over ninety. Then it is better she be candid with herself and with the world.

Time is the coin of your life. You spend it. Do not allow others to spend it for you.

Why does a hearse horse snicker, hauling a lawyer away?

Poetry is a section of river-fog and moving boat-lights, delivered between bridges and whistles, so one says, 'Oh!' and another, 'How?'

It was here we turned the coffee cups upside down. And your eyes and the moon swept the valley.

Let the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split the boulder.

I cried over beautiful things, knowing no beautiful thing lasts.