at home the bookshelves connected heaven and earth.

Poetry, for me, is the answer to, 'How does one stay sane when private lives are being ransacked by public events?' It's something that hangs over your head all the time.

When I am asked how I began writing poems, I talk about the indifference of nature.

What luxury, to be so happy that we can grieve over imaginary lives.

Everything is autobiography, even if one writes something that is totally objective. The fact that it's a subject that seizes you makes it autobiographical.

Well, language seems to be something that obsesses me. I'm always writing about it.

Memory and poetry go together, absolutely. It is a matter of preserving and of remembering things.

My husband says spring will be early.He says this every year, And every year I disagree.He needs me, the dark side of the planetary equation.Together we make the equinox.

I thought if only we could go onand meet again, shy as strangers.

She thinks I'm too...impulsive.""Can't imagine why, " Tristan muttered, "when you do things like ride off into the woods after gentlemen in pursuit of a thief---

Skill is fine and genius is splendid but the right contacts are more valuable than either.

I didn't care about being the 'star. ' I just wanted to make a living and have a consistent career.

I wish I could walk into a room and feel superior and have my nose up at everybody, but I can't, because I know I'm just a huge nerd, and that wouldn't work for me.

It is the process of evolution which identifies innovative benefits from any source and selects them on merit without prejudice

It is the bold man who every time does best, at home or abroad.

I am in the prime of my senility.

Someone left the cake out in the rain. I don't think that I can take it, cause it took so long to bake it, and I'll never have that recipe again. Oh, no.

The Self is you. It is everything. It is God. That is who you really are.

Our fears vanish as the danger approaches.