I'm not nearly smart enough or imaginative enough to tackle the novel form. Never happen.

Poetry is for me Eucharistic. You take someone else's suffering into your body, their passion comes into your body, and in doing that you commune, you take communion, you make a community with others.

Faith is a choice like any other. If you're picking a career or a husband - or deciding whether to have a baby - there are feelings and reasons pro and con out the wazoo. But thinking it through is - at the final hour - horse dookey. You can only try out.

Mother’s particular devils had remained mysterious to me for decades. So had her past. Few born liars ever intentionally embark in truth’s direction, even those who believe that such a journey might axiomatically set them free.

For me, everything's too much and nothing's enough.

He never gave up on me, I only stopped being matriculated.

I think we fall in love and become adults and become citizens in a way by writing stories about ourselves.