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

“Slipping in blood, by his own hand, through pride,Hamlet, Othello, Coriolanus fall.Upon his bed, however, Shakespeare die,Having endured them all.”

“Tea instead of gin will warm the heart.”

“Pasture, stone wall, and steeple,What most perturbs the mind:The heart-rending homely people,Or the horrible beautiful kind?”

“...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.”

“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.”

“At midnight tearsRun into your ears.”