She is like all the rest of them. Whether they are seventeen or fortyseven, when they finally come to surrender completely, it's going to be in words.

An artist is a creature driven by demons. He don't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why.

Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.

She was the captain of her soul

She clung to that which had robbed her, as people do.

Menfolks listens to somebody because of what he says. Women don't. They don't care what he said. They listens because of what he is.

The poet's voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.