“The soprano studies for seven years in order to be able to open her mouth and make loud sounds for three hours on end.”
“The Initial Mystery that attends any journey is: how did the traveler reach his starting point in the first place?”
“...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.”
“Come, drunks and drug-takers; come perverts unnerved!Receive the laurel, given, though late, on merit; to whom and wherever deserved.Parochial punks, trimmers, nice people, joiners true-blue,Get the hell out of the way of the laurel. It is deathless And it isn't for you.”
“O rememberIn your narrowing dark hoursThat more things moveThan blood in the heart.”