Turning fifty ... is like flying: hours of boredom punctuated by moments of sheer terror.

I went for years not finishing anything. Because, of course, when you finish something you can be judged...I had poems which were re-written so many times I suspect it was just a way of avoiding sending them out.

what storyteller is adequate to her story? The story carries us along, bottles on the tide, each with our secret mesage and the fervent hope that it does not turn out to be blank.

To name oneself is the first act of both the poet and the revolutionary.

Genius is a strong aphrodisiac.

What I would like to give my daughter is freedom. And this is something that must be given by example, not by exhortation.

There is a rhythm to the ending of a marriage just like the rhythm of a courtship, only backward.