Though I may deny poets their monopoly on inspiration, I still place them in a select group of Fortune's darlings.

Memory at last has what I sought.

Everyone needs solitude, especially a person who is used to thinking about what she experiences. Solitude is very important in my work as a mode of inspiration, but isolation is not good in this respect. I am not writing poetry about isolation.

Nothing's a gift, it's all on loan

This terrifying world is not devoid of charms, of the mornings that make waking up worthwhile.

We're extremely fortunate not to know precisely the kind of world we live in. One would have to live a long, long time, unquestionably longer than the world itself.

After every war someone has to tidy up.