The poem is sad because it wants to be yours, and cannot be.

There is the view that poetry should improve your life. I think people confuse it with the Salvation Army.

The ellipse is as aimless as that, Stretching invisibly into the future so as to reappear In our present. Its flexing is its account, Return to the point of no return.

You stupefied me. We waxed, Carnivores, late and alight In the beaded winter. All was ominous, luminous.

Much that is beautiful must be discarded So that we may resemble a taller Impression of ourselves.

The first year was like icing. Then the cake started to show through.

I write with experiences in mind, but I don't write about them, I write out of them.

Reading is a pleasure, but to finish reading, to come to the blank space at the end, is also a pleasure.

The summer demands and takes away too much. /But night, the reserved, the reticent, gives more than it takes

And so we turn the page over. To think of starting. This is all there is.

In the increasingly convincing darkness The words become palpable, like a fruit That is too beautiful to eat.

I went to the kitchen and felt-up the turkey.

We can do no great things-only small things with great love.

Faces are the ledgers of our experience.

Expect resistance but pray for miracles!

You do angry. I just saw it. And you left at least one hole in my carpet to prove it.

I have a great career, and I have wonderful fans who really are supportive and loyal - because I'm not hiding anything from them.

Misdirection. What the eyes see and the ears hear, the mind believes.

Women can do anything, and I want to see that. I want them to make more movies for girls, and just for girls. I want studios to start doing that.

The ghastly thing about postal strikes is that after they are over, the service returns to normal.

When I have a child, it will be probably become my whole life, so I don't want to have any regrets that I should have done more.