I think I'll move to Australia.

Late birds get worms while early birds get tired.

Our father presents an optional set of rhythms and responses for us to connect to. As a second home base, he makes it safer to roam. With him as an ally--a love--it is safer, too, to show that we're mad when we're mad at our mother. We can hate and not be abandoned, hate and still love.

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

There is a time to separate from our mother. But unless we are ready to separate-unless we are ready to leave her and be left-anything is better than separation.

Being in love is better than being in jail, a dentist's chair, or a holding pattern over Philadelphia, but not if he doesn't love you back.

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.