Is perception equivalent to existence?

what was time but a convention, a habit of mind, a custom of dress?

It is a sad paradox that when male authors impersonate women ... they are said to be dealing with 'cosmic, major concerns' - but when we impersonate ourselves we are said to be writing 'women's fiction' or 'women's poetry.

language can't be appropriated by one person, one poet. The words belong to all of us.

Each artist or writer who works in Venice comes to believe that the city yields its most special secret to him or her alone.

Writers are always at the edge of the inferno, and the fire is licking at our toes. Luckily, this turns us on!

Poems, like dreams, are a sort of royal road to the unconscious. They tell you what your secret self cannot express.