The mind wraps itself around a poem. It is almost sensual, particularly if you work on a computer. You can turn the poem round and about and upside down, dancing with it a kind of bolero of two snakes twisting and coiling, until the poem has found its right and proper shape.

Every artist creates with open eyes what she sees in her dream.

When she kissed him, he melted like a lump of milk chocolate.

Doorways are sacred to women for we are the doorways of life and we must choose what comes in and what goes out.

Looking at my life was very difficult. I think I learned that I haven't been as good a person as I'm inclined to think of myself as. I haven't been as good friend, haven't been as good a person, made a lot of mistakes.

The ruling class isn't dissatisfied: they are healthy, well-fed, live in beauty, enjoy their own importance: fun-loving cannibals.

All women are misfits. We do not fit into this world without amputations.