Sun lighting a child's hair. A friend's embrace. Slow dancing in a safe and quiet place. The pleasures of an ordinary life.

[On writing her first poem at age eight:] An ode to my dead mother and father, who were both alive and pretty pissed off.

Sun lighting a child's hair. A friend's embrace. Slow dancing in a safe and quiet place. The pleasures of an ordinary life.

When he is late for dinner and I know he must be either having an affair or lying dead in the street, I always hope he's dead.

we love as soon as we learn to distinguish a separate 'you' and 'me.' Love is our attempt to assuage the terror and isolation of that separateness.

I think I'll move to Australia.

Late birds get worms while early birds get tired.