“Poetry is priceless.... a way of keeping yourself feeling rich and civilized even when you're quite poor. ”

“One is OneHeart, you bully, you punk, I'm wrecked, I'm shockedstiff. You? you still try to rule the world--thoughI've got you: identified, starving, lockedin a cage you will not leave alive, nomatter how you hate it, pound its walls,& thrill its corridors with messages.Brute. Spy. I trusted you. Now you reel & brawl in your cell but I'm deaf to your rages,your greed to go solo, your eloquentthreats of worse things you (knowing me) could do.You scare me, bragging you're a double agentsince jailers are prisoners' prisoners too.Think! Reform! Make us one. Join the rest of us,and joy may come, and make its test of us.”

“I stand above the tree level I am a tree I catch wind storm breaths My branches claw I drink sky It stretches me I don't care I catch jokes and luck from tall thin blue air”

“If your everyday life seems poor, don't blame it; blame yourself; admit to yourself that you are not enough of a poet to call forth its riches”

“What a joke! Poor little rich girl's fallen in love with the Republic's most famous criminal.”

“How can you interpret the behavior of others when you're a mystery to yourself?”

“When you're a stranger to people you care about, you become a stranger to yourself.”