Remember that every son had a mother whose beloved son he was, and every woman had a mother whose beloved son she wasn't.

We seek not rest but transformation. We are dancing through each other as doorways.

the body is simple as a turtle / and straight as a dog: / the body cannot lie.

Too much self-regard has never struck me as dignified: trying to twist over my shoulder to view my own behind.

The pitcher cries for water to carry and a person for work that is real.

Writing is a futile attempt to preserve what disappears moment by moment.

I am my mother's daughter,... I am her only novel.