healingbeginsthe momentyouwant it to

the worstthing that ever happenedtothe worldwasthe white man coming across gun powder.–– the end of the world | the beginning of white supremacy

as a childthere was eitherbooksorpain.i chose books.-how i became a writer

i am a woman and a poem. – visceral

there is no healthier drug than creativity.

he was so beautiful because when he held her he was not concerned with ‘being a man.’ ‘being a man’ had nothing to do with this. these flowers pouring from his chest. – weightless

the thing you are mostafraid to writewrite that-- advice to young writers

there is you and you.this is a relationship.this is the most important relationship.

we are houses eaten by rivers because we do not know their smell.

the rain in this room is low and thickand undressing my heart through the air. – intimacy

Literature itself is a species of code. You line up symbols and create a simulacrum of life.

I love early snow now, though. Especially snow that happens when you least expect it and just sprinkles down for a while. It feels like a secret.

That you, sister. May you be the mother of a bishop.

Spread out your petition before God, and then say, "Thy will, not mine, be done." The sweetest lesson I have learned in God's school is to let the Lord choose for me.

There are few wives so perfect as not to give their husbands at least once a day good reason to repent of ever having married, or at least of envying those who are unmarried.

Throw not my words away, as many do;They're gold in value, though they're cheap to you.

God grant that I may never live to be useless!

Freedom received though the efforts of others, however benevolent, cannot be retained when such effort is withdrawn.

If you say what you think don't expect to hear only what you like.

When the mind's an empty room The clear days come.