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

I am working out the vocabulary of my silence.

Not all things are blest, but the seeds of all things are blest.

I think there is a choice possible to us at any moment, as long as we live. But there is no sacrifice. There is a choice, and the rest falls away. Second choice does not exist. Beware of those who talk about sacrifice.

No one wants to read poetry. You have to make it impossible for them to put the poem down--impossible for them to stop reading it, word after word. You have to keep them from closing the book.

Punctuation is biological. It is the physical indication of the body-rhythms which the reader is to acknowledge.

Hollywood works continually to keep its standard of contempt for the audience.