“And what of the dead? They lie without shoesin the stone boats. They are more like stonethan the sea would be if it stopped. They refuseto be blessed, throat, eye and knucklebone. ”
“Even so, I must admire your skill. You are so gracefully insane.”
“The beautiful feeling after writing a poem is on the whole better even than after sex, and that's saying a lot.”
“Poetry is my life, my postmark, my hands, my kitchen, my face.”
“All I wanted was a little piece of life, to be married, to have children. [...] I was trying my damnedest to lead a conventional life, for that was how I was brought up, and it was what my husband wanted of me. But one can't build little white picket fences to keep the nightmares out.”
“Death, I need my little addiction to you. I need that tiny voice who, even as I rise from the sea, all woman, all there, says kill me, kill me.”