I have a muse who's very powerful, but I'm still a hopeless deadbeat of a poet.

I feel compassionate, because I know [students] all have to go down this road of suffering and it's going to be tough.

Quite a while ago, I made a conscious choice to place my teaching first, so it was very ego-invested. That decision wasn't a good thing in some ways.

After Fifty Shades of Grey, I think my writing is pretty tame, isn't it?

I'm surrounded by men, and the muse is complaining that I have neglected her.

What happens when a female writer invokes a female muse? Does something else happen? With Sappho's figures of desire, we have a different lesbian energy.

As I grew older - and even when I was younger - it had puzzled me why I continued and continue to be heterosexual.