I'm accused of cleverness as if it were a sin. She is merely clever, they say.

Secrets of the heart are seldom news.

Misogyny is the death of the heart.

if we begin on the men, there is no stopping. We must love them when we can.

Trauma reflected upon in tranquility can produce morally stunning insights - literary light! It can also produce maudlin rubbish.

Writing poetry is like always being in love. What masochism! What luxury!

It's love and the capacity for love that distinguishes one human being from another.