I don't like quintessential certitude.

...in a time lacking in truth and certainty and filled with anguish and despair, no woman should be shamefaced in attempting to give back to the world, through her work, a portion of its lost heart.

But childhood prolonged, cannot remain a fairyland. It becomes a hell.

What we suffer, what we endure, what we muff, what we kill, what we miss, what we are guilty of, is done by us, as individuals, in private.

It is almost impossible for the poetess, once laurelled, to take off the crown for good or to reject values and taste of those who tender it.

Because language is the carrier of ideas, it is easy to believe that it should be very little else than such a carrier.

It is through the acceptance of a variety of aethetic and intellectual points of view that a culture is given breadth and density.