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.

The dead hold in their hands only what they have given away.

Poetry is a kinetic arrangement of static syllables.

The marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading "Keep Off.

I doubt if you can have a truly wild party without liquor.

Poetry is a sequence of dots and dashes, spelling depths, crypts, cross-lights, and moon wisps.

And those who say, "I'll try anything once," often try nothing twice, three times, arriving late at the gate of dreams worth dying for.