I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

Our daily existence requires both closeness and distance, the wholeness of self, the wholeness of intimacy.

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.

Late birds get worms while early birds get tired.

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.

I could be such a wonderful wife to another wife's husband.