Each life reverberates in every other life. Whether or not we acknowledge it, we are connected, woven together in our needs and desires, rich and poor, men and women alike.

It is a grief over the fate of the Earth that contains within it a joyful hope, that we might reclaim this Earth.

I think artists can go to a level of vision that can often save us from a situation which seems to have no solution whatsoever.

We are the bird's eggs. Bird's eggs, flowers, butterflies, rabbits, cows, sheep, we are caterpillars; we are leaves of ivy and springs of wildflower. We are women. We rise from the wave. We are gazelle and doe, elephant and whale, lilies and roses and peach, we are air, we are flame, we are oyster and pearl, we are girls. We are woman and nature. And he says he cannot hear us speak. But we hear.

Poetry is a good medium for revolutionary hope.

Society, like nature, is one body, really.

But still, the other voice, the intuitive, returns, like grass forcing its way through concrete.