The first thing I do in the morning is to make my bed and while I am making up my bed I am making up my mind as to what kind of a day I am going to have.

Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away / You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.

I am not a nature poet. There is almost always a person in my poems.

I write to find out what I didn't know I knew.

What are we? Young or new? We must be something.

The only way round is through.

The beauty of enmity is insecurity; the beauty of friendship is in security.