Often I find that poems predict what I'm going to do later in my own writing, and often I find that poems predict my life. So I think poetry is the most intense expression of feeling that we have.

You see a lot of smart guys with dumb women, but you hardly ever see a smart woman with a dumb guy.

Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn't.

And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more.

I have accepted fear as a part of life - specifically the fear of change... I have gone ahead despite the pounding in the heart that says: turn back.

The stones themselves are thick with history, and those cats that dash through the alleyways must surely be the ghosts of the famous dead in feline disguise.

Everyone has talent. What is rare is the courage to follow the talent to the dark place where it leads.

Ambivalence is a wonderful tune to dance to. It has a rhythm all its own.

Take your life in your own hands, and what happens? A terrible thing: no one to blame.

How wonderful to have someone to blame! How wonderful to live with one's nemesis! You may be miserable, but you feel forever in the right.

My generation was not only maligned in book reviews and attacked in graduate school but we lived to see our adored and adorable daughters wonder why feminism had become a dirty word.

In every circumstance, always remember that you can only be as happy or miserable as you repeatedly interpret your life to be.

An angry people cannot create anything that is not imbued with anger.

We're in a battle for our lives for things that really matter to us. There's a shell game going on like I've never seen before.

Death promises nothing--not even oblivion.

Words reproduce themselves pleasurably too.

Every time we buy something we deepen our emotional deprivation and hence our need to buy something.

No one is a friend to his friend who does not love in return.

It is something that artists do all the time unconsciously, working in the style of someone they consider a great master. I just wanted to make that relationship literal.

Where, where was Roderick then? One blast upon his bugle horn Were worth a thousand men.

I was a dancer. I was really seriously into dancing.