Time is not a thing that passes ... it's a sea on which you float.

Nothing changes instantaneously: in a gradually heating bathtub you'd be boiled to death before you knew it.

I don't think I solve problems in my poetry; I think I uncover the problems.

Her glass wings are gone.

Does feminist mean large unpleasant person who'll shout at you or someone who believes women are human beings. To me it's the latter, so I sign up

Time folds you in its arms and gives you one last kiss, and then it flattens you out and folds you up and tucks you away until it's time for you to become someone else's past time, and then time folds again.

It isn't running away they're afraid of. We wouldn't get far. It's those other escapes, the ones you can open in yourself, given a cutting edge.