To be in love Is to touch things with a lighter hand. In yourself you stretch, you are well.

Art hurts. Art urges voyages - and it is easier to stay at home.

I like the concentration, the crush; I like working with language, as others like working with clay, or notes.

Words can do wonderful things. They pound, purr. They can urge, they can wheedle, whip, whine. They can sing, sass, singe. They can churn, check, channelize. They can be a "Hup two three four." They can forge a fiery army of a hundred languid men.

Poetry is life distilled.

Art is a refining and evocative translation of the materials of the world.

We are each other's harvest; we are each other's business; we are each other's magnitude and bond.