Not many women got to live out the daydream of women—to have a room, even a section of a room, that only gets messed up when she messes it up herself.

In a time of destruction, create something: a poem, a parade, a community, a school, a vow, a moral principle; one peaceful moment.

Gods you avoid won't hurt you.

The work of preservation demands that the feelings playing about in one's guts not be turned into action. Just watch their passing like cherry blossoms.

I do not believe in old age. I do not believe in getting tired.

Let my life as Poet begin. I want the life of the Poet. I have labored for over twelve years, one thousand pages of prose. Now, I want the easiness of poetry. The brevity of the poem.

You can't eat straight A's.