Really true intimacy is rare and it depends on other things besides sex.

Before things are written down they don't exist in quite the same way. The act of fixing them in words gives them a kind of currency that can be traded.

I am not sure if love is a salve or just a deeper kind of wound.

Each one an antidote to the one that went before. Each one a reaction, an about-face, a rebound.

It's horrible getting older. I mean, it's wonderful because you see the circles of life get completed. But it's horrible losing your looks.

It's easier to write about pain than about joy. Joy is wordless.

It takes a spasm of love to write a poem.