I felt that I had to write. Even if I had never been published, I knew that I would go on writing, enjoying it and experiencing the challenge.

As you get older, you find that often the wheat, disentangling itself from the chaff, comes out to meet you.

We don't ask a flower any special reason for its existence. We just look at it and are able to accept it as being something different from ourselves.

Books are meat and medicine and flame and flight and flower steel, stitch, cloud and clout, and drumbeats on the air.

The poetry is myself.

One reason cats are happier than people is that they have no newspapers.

The music is in minors.