My worst habit is my fear & my destructive rationalizing.

A ring of gold with the sun in it? Lies. Lies and a grief.

It is a feeling that no matter what the ideas or conduct of others, there is a unique rightness and beauty to life which can be shared in openness, in wind and sunlight, with a fellow human being who believes in the same basic principles.

There is a charge For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge For the hearing of my heart - It really goes. And there is a charge, a very large charge, For a word or a touch Or a bit of blood Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.

If the body is a temple, then tattoos are its stained glass windows.

As a poet I would say everything should be able to come into a poem but I can't put toothbrushes in a poem. I really can't.

She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.