One Writes In Order To Feel.

The World Is Not Made Of Molecules, The World Is Made Of Stories.

American Poetry Has Been Part Of A Culture In Conflict....we Are A People Tending Toward Democracy At The Level Of Hope; At Another Level, The Economy Of The Nation, The Empire Of Business Within The Republic, Both Include In Their Basic Premise The Idea Of Perpetual Warfare

What Would Happen If One Woman Told The Truth About Her Life? The World Would Split Open.

My Lifetime Listens To Yours.

How Can I Look Back And Not Speak Of The Stupid Learning About Birth? Of The Stupid Learning That People Make Love, And How It Seemed The Reason For All Things, The Intimacy Of My Wondering, The Illumination That To An Adolescent Was The Cause For Life Around Me, The Reason Why The Unhappy People I Knew Did Not Kill Themselves?