writers who go outside the lines when they draw pictures of the world are seldom rewarded for their efforts.

Love, like alcoholism, comes to a point of no return.

... romance is unsatisfactory as a religion. It is no use looking for the infinite in the eyes of another.

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

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

History repeats herself.

Perception is a prism, and reality is like shot silk - depends where the light hits.