The cat jumps up on the bed and tries to get onto my head. It's his way of telling whether or not i'm dead. If i'm not, he wants to be scratched; if i am - he'll think of something

Although from you I far must roam, do not be broken hearted. We two, who in the souls are one, are never truly parted.

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

I used to think of my body as an instrument, of pleasure, or a means of transportation, or an implement for the accomplishment of my will.

No mother is ever, completely, a child's idea of what a mother should be, and I suppose it works the other way around as well. But despite everything, we didn't do too badly by one another, we did as well as most.

They spent the first three years of school getting you to pretend stuff and then the rest of it marking you down if you did the same thing.

Writing is very improvisational. It's like trying to fix a broken sewing machine with safety pins and rubber bands. A lot of tinkering.