Our songs travel the earth. We sing to one another. Not a single note is ever lost and no song is original. They all come from the same place and go back to a time when only the stones howled.

The length of sky is just about the size of my ignorance. Pure and wide.

I have always kept notebooks and I go back to them over and over. They are my compost pile of ideas.

Right and wrong were shades of meaning, not sides of a coin.

I got well by talking. Death could not get a word in edgewise, grew discouraged, and traveled on.

Women don't realize how much store men set on the regularity of their habits. We absorb their comings and goings into our bodies, their rhythms into our bones.

Veils of love which was only hate petrified by longing--that was me.