When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. When it is over, I don't want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real. I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument. I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

I want to believe I am looking into the white fire of a great mystery.

One thing I do know is that poetry, to be understood, must be clear.

Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dak trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more the prettiness.

I want to be braver and more honest about my life. When you're sexually abused, there's a lot of damage.

When will you have a little pity for every soft thing that walks through the world, yourself included.

It is what I was born for - to look, to listen, to lose myself inside this soft world - to instruct myself over and over.