Prose, narratives, etcetera, can carry healing. Poetry does it more intensely.

What’s writing really about? It’s about trying to take fuller possession of the reality of your life.

The sea cries with its meaningless voice, Treating alike its dead and its living

I shall also take you forth and carve our names together in a yew tree, haloed with stars.

The real mystery is this strange need. Why can't we just hide it and shut up? Why do we have to blab? Why do human beings need to confess?

You are who you choose to be.

where are the gods the gods hate us the gods have run away the gods have hidden in holes the gods are dead of the plague they rot and stink too there never were any gods there’s only death

The dreamer in her Had fallen in love with me and she did not know it. That moment the dreamer in me Fell in love with her and I knew it

The deeps are cold: In that darkness camaraderie does not hold: Nothing touches but, clutching, devours.

The world's decay where the wind's hands have passed, And my head, worn out with love, at rest In my hands, and my hands full of dust.

Show him every dawn & read to him endlessly.

The memory of war, however, like all memory, is mostly local.

If you believe all those who are urging you to give up are wrong, prove them wrong!

Living alone, with no one to consult or talk to, one might easily become melodramatic, and imagine things which had no foundation on fact.

I believe that the best cameraman is one who recognizes the source, the story, as the basis of his work.

God grants liberty only to those who love it, and are always ready to guard and defend it.

If my art has nothing to do with people's pain and sorrow, what is 'art' for?

I only speak a little pigeon French. Just enough to get by with the little French pigeons.

When you are accompanied by the instrument - on an instrument like the lute-the lute and voice - you have this sound, and you feel how the music can be so touching and yet so simple.

At some point I was a HappyAfricanFeminist who does not hate men. And who likes lip gloss and who wears high heels for herself but not for men.

It's great to have an enemy. Sharpens your senses.