The universe is made of stories, not of atoms.

Those who speak of our culture as dead or dying have a quarrel with life, and I think they cannot understand its terms, but must endlessly repeat the projection of their own desires.

If we look long enough and hard enough ... we will begin to see the connections that bind us together, and when we recognize those connections, we will begin to change the world.

If there were no poetry on any day in the world, poetry would be invented that day. For there would be an intolerable hunger.

I hear the singing of the lives of women. They clear mystery, the offering, and pride.

What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open.

Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry.