Conscious writing can be the death of poetry.
There never was a war that was not inward.
[On her use of quotations:] When a thing has been said so well that it could not be said better, why paraphrase it? Hence my writing, is, if not a cabinet of fossils, a kind of collection of flies in amber.
I am hard to disgust, but a pretentious poet can do it
When one is frank, one's very presence is a compliment.
Hindered characters / seldom have mothers / in Irish stories, but they all have grandmothers.