Oblivion waits without beckoning or threatening.

Pain narrows consciousness; pleasure blurs it.

When Medusa looks in the mirror, she sees the Lady of Sorrows.

My passions have never jumped out of the fireplace and set fire to the carpet.

Retirement requires the invention of a new hedonism, not a return to the hedonism of youth

The sewing machine joins what the scissors have cut asunder, plus whatever else comes in its path.

Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story.

The laughter of the aphorism is sometimes triumphant, but seldom carefree.

'Be faithful to your roots' is the liberal version of 'Stay in your ghetto.'

Every day begins with an act of courage and hope: getting out of bed.

Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris.

I don't care what you say to me. I care what you share with me.

I think he won a tiny piece of my heart that day. If he didn't have the whole damn thing before then, he certainly had part of it now.

Samantha reminds me of the difference between what is illusion and what is real. I am reminded whenever I forget that we choose our truth and whether to embrace it or not.

Perfect behavior is born of complete indifference. Perhaps this is why we always love madly someone who treats us with indifference.

I've given up looking for a boyfriend. That's not to say I won't be interested if the right guy comes along. But I'm not in a hurry.

People who don't count won't count.

I heard from my cat's lawyer today; my cat wants $12,000 a week for Tender Vittles.

Derek picked the spot? Had he been hoping I'd be blinded by the morning sun and stumble off the edge?

In the end, time is the best ally of poets. It clarifies their works and makes them accessible to an ever widening circle of readers.

Donald Trump is perfectly made up. He's perfectly coiffed. He's perfectly lit.