There is something very satisfactory about being in the middle of something.

There is a way in which all writing is connected. In a second language, for example, a workshop can liberate the students' use of the vocabulary they're acquiring.

As a teacher you are more or less obliged to pay the same amount of attention to everything. That can wear you down.

i'm alternatingly brilliant and witless-and sleepless: bed is just a swamp to roll in.

I think there is something about coming to a city to work that puts you in touch with it in a different way.

Poetry seems to have been eliminated as a literary genre, and installed instead, as a kind of spiritual aerobic exercise - nobody need read it, but anybody can do it.

Who gets to choose what battle takes her down?