You stand next to the sea and you're in touch with all your longings and all your losses.

And when is it ever convincing, the belief others have in your abilities? You know perfectly well they can't see the mess inside you.

She would always be living her life backwards, she realized, trying to regain something perfect that she'd lost.

Movement always helps. A world of thoughts occurred to her whenever she rode a train, and a lesser world whenever she went for a walk.

We have to take flight. It's not given to us, served up on a pretty, parsley-bordered platter. We have to take wing. Was I brave enough to do that? Or would I be content to remain earthbound?

Justice is to social justice like a chair to an electric chair.

I don’t know. Is that good-different, or I-should-come-with-a-warning-label-different?

I consider myself a poet first and a musician second. I live like a poet and I'll die like a poet.

Fullness is always quiet; agitation will answer for empty vessels only.

The world is an orphanage for grownups

The music of language became extremely important to me, and obvious to me. By the time I was seven I was writing myself. I was a poet

Among other evils which being unarmed brings you, it causes you to be despised.

Everything looks different when you're older, not staring up at the world but down upon it.

When we have a clear sense of our destination, we can be flexible in the route we take to reach it.