I like the way the prose and poetry interact.

I was not popular enough - or at all - when Vanilla Ice was popular to remember who Vanilla Ice is without my husband reminding me. So I don't have a Vanilla Ice key chain.

My poetry definitely comes out of a female body.

Usually I avoid sugar, but sugar is like the most deeply satisfying addictive thing ever.

Halloween means that young girls dress up in highly sexualized outfits that would never be acceptable if it weren't Halloween.

I don't remember ever dressing up for Halloween but I must have. I do not like dressing up at all.

I do not like candy. I do not like knocking on strangers' doors. I do not like having to deal with the candy disaster that is Halloween. I resent it.

I HATE HALLOWEEN. This makes me VERY unpopular.

I am only able to be honest. And sometimes my view of the world is pretty dark. But still funny.

I am interested in the movement of my own thoughts and in trying make the poems feel more accurate to experience, including the experience of thinking.

Humor is essential to survival. Funny poems are vastly underrated. Very underwritten.

Braising eggs in a flavoursome, aromatic sauce is all the rage. It is warming and comforting, ideal for the morning when you are not normally up for a great culinary challenge.

Chekhov was capable of casually tossing off deplorable comments in his letters, combined with a very modern anger against anti-Semitism.

If your friend is critical [of your work], you have to have a very thick skin and a thick skin is something that only builds up after it's callused for awhile.

With his blessings from above, serve it generously with love. One man, one wife, one love, through life.

Test of Metal: Will of Iron, Nerves of Steel, Heart of Gold, Balls of Brass.

Liberty is the soul's right to breathe.

The ideal life is you don't sell a single magazine, nobody's interested, but they want to come see your movie. Because that gives you true freedom.

Enthusiasm is the height of man; it is the passing from the human to the divine.

The Golden Crane flies for Tarmon Gai'don!

So why did you get shot? One of your witticisms go awry? (Nekoda)