I always wanted to be pretty as a girl, although I believed it was not possible.

"Time" does not mean "occasion."

Sometimes, in my published complaints about not being a writer, I have recalled the prospect - the yearning to be a writer - as it first formed for me.

It's as if I'm setting aside the husband and son, you know, the patriarchal world, for the world of the muse. This is the world of writing.

I'm always resisting [my muse]. I'm resisting her power.

One arrives at a recognition that one needs to be distracted.

In recent poems, I have abandoned the theme of not being able to write for an even more obsessive subject, the nature of language, particularly English, in the formation of my imagination and being.