But I liked Yeats! That wild Irishman. I really loved his love of language, his flow. His chaotic ideas seemed to me just the right thing for a poet. Passion! He was always on the right side. He may be wrongheaded, but his heart was always on the right side. He wrote beautiful poetry.

My son even if you want to fall, at least fall where your bones can be gathered

A disease that has never been seen before cannot be cured with every-day herbs.

What you must accept is that your life is not going to be the same while you are writing.

I grew up recognizing that there was nobody to give me any advice and that you do your best and if it's not good enough, someday you will come to terms with that.

An old woman is always uneasy when dry bones are mentioned in a proverb

People create stories create people; or rather stories create people create stories.