The more articulate one is, the more dangerous words become.

I cannot understand why poetry is not taught at schools as a way of seeing, a quick, untiring path to essentials.

It is sometimes the most fragile things that have the power to endure and become sources of strength.

The woman who needs to create works of art is born with a kind of psychic tension in her which drives her unmercifully to find a way to balance, to make herself whole. Every human being has this need: in the artist it is mandatory. Unable to fulfill it, he goes mad. But when the artist is a woman she fulfills it at the expense of herself as a woman.

It is good for a professional to be reminded that his professionalism is only a husk, that the real person must remain an amateur, a lover of the work.

... love is healing, even rootless love.

At some point I believe one has to stop holding back for fear of alienating some imaginary reader or real relative or friend, and come out with personal truth.