If I miss anything, it's being able to hang out in the city of New York meeting people and talking to them on the corner.

Let us go forth with fear and courage and rage to save the world.

People will sometimes say, "Why don't you write more politics?" And I have to explain to them that writing the lives of women IS politics.

Write what will stop your breath if you don’t write.

Today's wars are about oil. But alternate energies exist now - solar, wind - for every important energy-using activity in our lives. The only human work that cannot be done without oil is war.

Sometimes you find that what is most personal is also what connects you most strongly with others.

Sometimes, walking with a friend, I forget the world.

Women should stick together. Didn’t you learn anything yet?

All that is really necessary for survival of the fittest, it seems, is an interest in life, good, bad or peculiar.

Literature, fiction, poetry, whatever, makes justice in the world. That's why it almost always has to be on the side of the underdog.

I lived in a house in the East Bronx, a totally Jewish neighborhood on East 172nd Street. You didn't see Christians much, although one lived next door. We thought they were kind of a minority.

Sometimes, you feel like being watched from behind by someone.When you turned, it's just nothing, nobody, none, or only someone who's daydreaming and staring right through you.

A great paradox which should God make us understand, we will weep, laugh, wonder and ponder is the paradox of human ignorance

A faint smile played on his lips. "Obedience does not come naturally to you, does it""No...sir""I must take some blame for that, I suppose. The sea does not like to be restrained.

If you just set out to be liked you would be prepared to compromise on anything at any time and you would achieve nothing.

God would behold in you a simplicity which will contain so much the more of His wisdom as it contains less of your own.

I need more and more silence, it feels. Poems don't leap into my mind when I'm distracted, turned outward, with other people, listening to music.

Have you ever tried?" "No." Then don't tell me I can't.

You don't get to be old bein' no fool.

My deal will always be one solo performance-nominated or not. Not some thrown together rock tribute.

Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.