In our marginal existence, what else is there but this voice within us, this great weirdness we are always leaning forward to listen to?

I have become an orchid washed in on the salt white beach. Memory, what can I make of it now that might please you- this life, already wasted and still strewn with miracles?

A poem is a finished work of the mind, it is not the work of a finished mind.

We are all one question, and the best answer seems to be love—a connection between things.

In life, the number of beginnings is exactly equal to the number of endings ... In poetry, the number of beginnings so far exceeds the number of endings that we cannot even conceive of it.

in the beginning William Shakespeare was a baby, and knew absolutely nothing. He couldn't even speak.

I'm lucky enough to occasionally be able to do something I love - write poems - and unlucky enough that what I love confuses and overwhelms me.

Art has always been aware of itself as art.

In the end I would rather wonder than know

The origins of poetry are clearly rooted in obscurity, in secretiveness, in incantation, in spells that must at once invoke and protect, tell the secret and keep it.

Words have a love for each other, a desire that culminates in poetry.

I'm always awoken with the joyous sound and laughter of my son. That's the best part about being a mom.

I was home-schooled. My mom wasn't a fan of public school systems.

A school out of Canberra sends me a term's worth of work. I sit on the couch by myself and complete it and send it back.

I knew if I got loaded I was going away for a while. People would say, Oh, you're just sober because you're on probation.

Knowledge is recognizing what you know and what you don't.

Modesty is the chastity of merit, the virginity of noble souls.

[Matrimony] is the grave of love.

Truth and tears clear the way to a deep and lasting friendship. True friendship is never serene.

The basic fact is that no, this isn't ideal. Very few things are. Sometimes, you have to manufacture your own history. Give fate a push,so to speak.

Escape is not a dirty word. None of us can face what's happening head-on all of the time.