Love opens the doors into everything, as far as I can see, including and perhaps most of all, the door into one's own secret, and often terrible and frightening, real self.

I have written every poem, every novel, for the same purpose-to find out what I think, to know where I stand.

Gardening gives one back a sense of proportion about everything - except itself.

For after all we make our faces as we go along.

when I am working I immediately feel hopeful.

Poetry has a way of teaching one what one needs to know ... if one is honest.

Mountains define you. You cannot define / Them.