Your work is carved out of agony as a statue is carved out of marble.

The poem is always the last resort. In it the poet makes a world in little, and finds peace, even though, under complete focused emotion, the evocation be far more bitter than reality, or far more lovely.

I don't like quintessential certitude.

Stupidity always accompanies evil. Or evil, stupidity.

I hope that one or two immortal lyrics will come out of all this tumbling around.

...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.

... politics are nothing but sand and gravel: it is art and life that feed us until we die. Everything else is ambition, hysteria or hatred.