The words! I collected them in all shapes and sizes and hung them like bangles in my mind.

This is my answer to the gap between ideas and action - I will write it out.

Speech isn't for agony.

Balance is compromise. Of the muscles.

In a family, the same spoken lines come in over and over. Intimacy exhausts.

First publication is a pure, carnal leap into that dark which one dreams is life.

I always say that one's poetry is a solace to oneself and a nuisance to one's friends.