To translate a poem from thinking into English takes all night.
Well, by now you must know yourself, honey, whatever you do, life don't stop. It only sits a minute and dreams a dream.
Write from what you know into what you don't know.
All that is really necessary for survival of the fittest, it seems, is an interest in life, good, bad or peculiar.
The only recognizable feature of hope is action.
I loved the comradeship of the sixties and the seventies, and I still maintain friendships with the people I worked with then - the ones that are still alive. That's one of the great gifts of our political movements, great friendships . . . and also a few enmities.