In a murderous time/the heart breaks and breaks/and lives by breaking.
...few young poets [are] testing their poems against the ear. They're writing for the page, and the page, let me tell you, is a cold bed.
We have to learn how to live with our frailties. The best people I know are inadequate and unashamed.
Be what you are. Give What is yours to give. Have Style. Dare.
Darling, do you remember the man you married? Touch me, remind me who I am.
Forward my mail to Mars.