Love Is Our Human Miracle.

For Me A True Poem Is On The Way When I Begin To Be Haunted, When It Seems As If I Were Being Asked An Inescapable Question By An Angel With Whom I Must Wrestle To Get At The Answer.

Your Poems Will Happen When No One Is There.

Nobody Stays Special When They're Old, Anna. That's What We Have To Learn.

I Am Not Ready To Die, / But I Am Learning To Trust Death / As I Have Trusted Life.

True Power Is Given To The Vulnerable.