Why honey, don't you want to get dressed?" My mother took care never to tell me to do anything. She would only reason with me sweetly, like one intelligent, mature person with another. It's almost three in the afternoon." I'm writing a novel," I said. "I haven't got time to change into this and change into that.

And I a smiling woman. I am only thirty. And like the cat I have nine times to die.

A psychiatrist is the god of our age. But they cost money.

Like a cat I have nine times to die.

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.

The one man in the room who was as big as his poems, huge, with hulk and dynamic chunks of words.

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.