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.

I think she is confused by the way I want her, which is like nobody else. I know this deep down. I want her in a new way, a way she's never been told about.

I did not choose solitude. Who would? It came on me like a kind of vocation, demanding an effort that married women can't picture.

There will never come a time when I will be able to resist my emotions.

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

A woman's body is the gate to this life. A man's body is the gate to the next life.

I think one of the most fertile, unexplored areas for poets and fiction writers is the world of science. I become overwhelmed by the science world.