I don't feel like a survivor. I feel left behind.

nobody alive or dead deserves to be called a poetess.

It seems an odd idea to my students that poetry, like all art, leads us away from itself, back to the world in which we live. It furnishes the vision. It shows with intense clarity what is already there.

I always return to Paris, taking my selves along - past self, customary self, the self I never had.

being asked to decide between your passion for work and your passion for children was like being asked by your doctor whether you preferred him to remove your brain or your heart.

I had a perfect confidence, still unshaken, in books. If you read enough you would reach the point of no return. You would cross over and arrive on the safe side. There you would drink the strong waters and become addicted, perhaps demented - but a Reader.

I don't feel like a survivor. I feel left behind.