What is poetry? Do not enquire. The secret dies by prying. How does the heart beat? I fainted when I saw it on the screen, opening and closing like a flower ... Poetry is like this, it is life moving, terrible, vivid. Look the other way when you write, or you might faint.
Elizabeth SmartI like to think that weโre not defined by what happens to usโฆbecause so many times theyโre beyond our control. I like to think that weโre defined by our choices and our decisions.
Elizabeth Smart