I Burn The Way Money Burns.

Loving Me With My Shoes Off Means Loving My Long Brown Legs, Sweet Dears, As Good As Spoons; And My Feet, Those Two Children Let Out To Play Naked.

The Joy That Isn't Shared Dies Young.

One Of My Secret Instructions To Myself As A Poet Is "whatever You Do, Don't Be Boring."

Now I Am Just An Elderly Lady Who Is Full Of Spleen, Who Humps Around Greater Boston In A God-awful Hat, Who Never Lived And Yet Outlived Her Time, Hating Men And Dogs And Democrats.

The Tongue, The Chinese Say, Is Like A Sharp Knife: It Kills Without Drawing Blood.