Nobody stays special when they're old, Anna. That's what we have to learn.
It is clear that we do not exactly choose our poems; our poems choose us.
There was such a thing as women's work and it consisted chiefly, Hilary sometimes thought, in being able to stand constant interruption and keep your temper. . . .
I love giving flowers. It is so deliciously unlasting and romantic.
Time spent with poets is never wasted.
I believe that children long for form just as grownups do, and that it releases rather than cramps creative energy.