It is the first experience you ever had of reading a decent poem: 'Oh, somebody else is lonely, too!
Mary RuefleI remember I was a child, and when I grew up I was a poet. It all happened at sixty miles an hour and on days when the clock stopped and all of humanity fit into a little chapel, into a pinecone, a shot of ouzo, a snail's shell, a piece of soggy rye on the pavement.
Mary Ruefle[On filling out a grant application:] I seek an extended period of time, free from all distractions, so that I might be free to be distracted.
Mary Ruefle