We write poems / as leaves give oxygen - / so we can breathe.

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.

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

A dreary censorship, and self-censorship, has been imposed on books by the centralization of the book industry.

I think we’re [men and women] more similar. In that we all deal with our fantasy lives and sometimes are disappointed by reality.

In a world not made for women, criticism and ridicule follow us all the days of our lives. Usually they are indications that we are doing something right.

Because I loved myself, I was loved.