It has always seemed to me a great honor to be called an Irish poet. I don't think I will ever lose that, but it's also a great honor to be a woman poet. I put those things together.

Poetry begins where language starts: in the shadows and accidents of one person’s life.

If I defer the grief I will diminish the gift.

Love will heal What language fails to know

Beauty has as many meanings as man has moods.

. . . We love fog because it shifts old anomalies into the elements surrounding them. It gives relief from a way of seeing

Flesh is heretic. My body is a witch. I am burning it.

Sleep in a world, your final sleep has woken

I have always loved American poetry, which is very different from Irish poetry.

I'm really fortunate to be at Stanford. I go home every 10 weeks, but Stanford apart from being just a wonderful university is one of the places that are part of a great conversation.

. . . We love fog becauseit shifts old anomalies into the elementssurrounding them. It gives relief from a way of seeing

Change is not what we expect from religious people. They tend to love the past more than the present or the future.

Let’s be honest, Nora. You’ve got it bad for me." His eyes held a lot of depth. "And I’ve got it bad for you.

Where I am today, is where my mind and will put me, where I am tomorrow is where my mind will put me.

If I hear a really good song it's like, oh man, I want to write a song that good. But the urge to create mostly comes from nature, weather and I think it just effects me.

Imagine if the whole point of this experience on planet Earth was to just open ourselves up more fully to who we really are, without filters, without masks, without any restrictions.

My kids are not that interested in my movie career, by the way. My son, in particular, never talks about it. He just wants me as his dad.

It broke my heart into more pieces than my heart was made of, why can't people say what they mean at the time?

The habit of arguing in support of atheism, whether it be done from conviction or in pretense, is a wicked and impious practice.

Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel.

I guess I'm lucky to have been blindsided. I'm lucky to have gotten into fistfights, in a way. I'm lucky I learned how to stop them.