Life is energy, and energy is creativity. And even when individuals pass on, the energy is retained in the work of art, locked in it and awaiting release if only someone will take the time and the care to unlock it.

I believe verbal felicity is the fruit of ardor, of diligence, and of refusing to be false.

One must be as clear as one's natural reticence allows one to be.

As contagion of sickness makes sickness, contagion of trust can make trust.

I am hard to disgust, but a pretentious poet can do it

I never 'plan' a stanza. Words cluster like chromosomes, determining the procedure.

Hindered characters / seldom have mothers / in Irish stories, but they all have grandmothers.