About no subject are poets tempted to lie so much as about their own lives.

I'm a strict, strict agnostic. It's very different from a casual, 'I don't know.' It's that you cannot present as knowledge something that is not knowledge. You can present it as faith, you can present it as belief, but you can't present it as fact.

Time has not stood still. It has washed over me, washed me away, as if I'm nothing more than a woman of sand, left by a careless child too near the water.

The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love.

Moira was like an elevator with open sides. She made us dizzy.

We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?

oil paints...the look of licked lips.