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.

To wear the arctic fox you have to kill it.

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 see no reason for calling my work poetry except that there is no other category in which to put it.

Poetry is all nouns and verbs.

The sweet air coming into your house on a fine day, from water etched with waves as formal as the scales on a fish.