The women in my family - my grandmother and my mother - have been both sources of comfort and terror. Protection was not always available.

Synchronicities fall under the "magic" heading to me.

My relationship with my mother has always felt like the most complicated relationship of my life. I know I have a lot more writing to do on this.

I'd like to imagine that "dreamoir" becomes a subgenre of nonfiction, maybe ultimately because I'd love to read many more dreamoirs by other writers - poets and memoirists especially.

I wish to be a cat. I like to imagine I was a cat in a past life.

I love indices! They are poetry in and of themselves, depending on the book.

I imagine there's an undercurrent of the impact of early religious teachings and my break from what I was taught and expected to perform if I wanted to be considered normal in my family of origin.

I pay attention as much as I can. I try to surround myself with other women with magical powers and a lot falls under the heading "magical powers."

To me, magic is everywhere.

Cats connote sexuality in standard dream dictionaries.

This is part of what a family is about, not just love. It's knowing that your family will be there watching out for you. Nothing else will give you that. Not money. Not fame. Not work.

Redeem soul, resurrect spirit.

We are the children of the earth and removed from her our spirit withers.

The landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down to plan hell, since no two of them could agree on the design of heaven.

It is not important how many competitions you have attended, it only matters how many you have won.

I'm a lucky person because I've been loved a lot. I have a great family.

["When are you getting married" in Everybody Loves Somebody] is funny because it's put on by women and men. Society makes women feel like, oh, you're getting old.

If I have a talent, it's already been exploited! I've shown everything I can do to the public.

I dare say she means to keep you from his attentions. Your honour demands she be slain.

The stars, bright sentinels of the skies.