How could one create life with someone who represented death?

Fame means millions of people have the wrong idea of who you are.

I'm interested in what happens to people when they get into that publicity machine. We tend to think things have changed, but there's still a deep sexism underlying the way women are treated publicly.

Writing has often been accompanied by terror, silences, and then wild bursts of private laughter that suddenly make all the dread seem worthwhile.

It takes a spasm of love to write a poem.

Why does life need evidence of life?

is there not an Arabick Proverb which goes, 'No one throws Stones at a Barren Tree'?