Truth rings no bells.

Every thought sounds like a footfall, Till a thought like a boot kicks down the wall.

Women, ever since there have been women, have had a way of being people.

To a poet the mere making of a poem can seem to solve the problem of truth…but only a problem of art is solved in poetry.

In religion is much tiredness of people, a giving over of their doing to Someone Else.

How our story has been divided up among the truth-telling professions! Religion, philosophy, history, poetry, compete with each other for our ears; and science competes with all together. And for each we have a different set of ears. But, though we hear much, what we are told is as nothing: none of it gives us ourselves, rather each story-kind steals us to make its reality of us.

I believe that misconceptions about oneself that one does not correct where possible act as a bad magic.