The poet will not be satisfied with recording, the poet will have to transform.

I know from my own experience that suicide is not what it seems. Too easy to try to piece together the fragmented life. The spirit torn in bits so that the body follows.

Writing has to have a great deal of certainty and self-assurance, but it's not arrogant.

It doesn't have to be like that but mostly it is.

Part fact part fiction is what life is. And it is always a cover story. I wrote my way out.

A curse on this game. How can you stick at a game when the rules keep on changing? I shall call myself Alice and play croquet with the flamingos. In Wonderland everyone cheats and love is Wonderland, isn't it?

Unhappiness is selfish, grief is selfish. For whom are the tears?