“At midnight tearsRun into your ears.”

“You have put your two hands upon me, and your mouth,You have said my name as a prayer.Here where trees are planted by waterI have watched your eyes, cleansed from regret,And your lips, closed over all that love cannot say.”

“Perhaps this very instant is your time.”

“O rememberIn your narrowing dark hoursThat more things moveThan blood in the heart.”

“I hope that one or two immortal lyrics will come out of all this tumbling around.”

“...in a time lacking in truth and certainty and filled with anguish and despair, no woman should be shamefaced in attempting to give back to the world, through her work, a portion of its lost heart.”

“The Initial Mystery that attends any journey is: how did the traveler reach his starting point in the first place?”