Poetry puts starch in your backbone so you can stand, so you can compose your life.

Love heals. Heals and liberates. I use the word love, not meaning sentimentality, but a condition so strong that it may be that which holds the stars in their heavenly positions and that which causes the blood to flow orderly in our veins.

I dreamt we walked together along the shore. We made satisfying small talk and laughed. This morning I found sand in my shoe and a seashell in my pocket. Was I only dreaming?

Life loves the person who dares to live it.

The need for change bulldozed a road down the center of my mind.

The sadness of the women's movement is that they don't allow the necessity of love. See, I don't personally trust any revolution where love is not allowed.

If our children are to approve of themselves, they must see that we approve of ourselves.