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

The Passion that one Soul hath for God cannot be judged by another.

At times it is strangely sedative to know the extent of your own powerlessness.

And what if I don't want forgiveness?

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 about sex turns out to be just writing about life.

Men and women, women and men. It will never work.