It was impossible to believe that someone did not want to be saved from their incoherence.

I have never got a grip on when the past begins or where it ends, but if cities map the past with statues made from bronze forever frozen in one dignified position, as much as I try to make the past keep still and mind its manners, it moves and murmurs with me through every day.

To become a WRITER I had to learn to INTERRUPT, to speak up, to speak a little louder, and then LOUDER, and then to just speak in my own voice which is NOT LOUD AT ALL.

She was not a poet. She was a poem.

When happiness is happening it feels as if nothing else happened before it, it is a sensation that happens only in the present tense.

It was impossible to believe that someone did not want to be saved from their incoherence.

Be sure to enjoy language, experiment with ways of talking, be exuberant even when you don't feel like it because language can make your world a better place to live.