There's in my mind a... turbulent moon-ridden girl or old woman, or both, dressed in opals and rags, feathers and torn taffeta, who knows strange songs but she is not kind.

You have come to the shore. There are no instructions.

Both art and faith are dependent on imagination; both are ventures into the unknown.

I'm not very good at praying, but what I experience when I'm writing a poem is close to prayer.

Nothing we do has the quickness, the sureness, the deep intelligence living at peace would have.

It's when we face for a moment the worst our kind can do, and shudder to know the taint in our own selves, that awe cracks the mind's shell and enters the heart.

Grief is a hole you walk around in the daytime and at night you fall into it.

In certain ways writing is a form of prayer.

Marvelous Truth, confront us at every turn, in every guise.

One of the obligations of the writer is to say or sing all that he or she can, to deal with as much of the world as becomes possible to him or her in language.

But for us the road unfurls itself, we don't stop walking, we know there is far to go.

but even the facts do not always tell the truth

An artist that makes art merely to meet a demand is a slave to what his patrons wants to see, or, hear.

Love is the compass which keeps every other value from becoming lost.

I feel great physically. I feel really good.

Genius is of no country; her pure ray Spreads all abroad, as general as the day.

Weber's writing is as strong as any in the Contemporary Folk community. ' Goodbye to Dad' is one of the best original tunes that I have heard in a long time.

We should clap or something." Curran said. "She's trying so hard.

Be just to everyone and don't look for an honour greater than this!

Don't waste the breath to save your face, When you have done your best, And even more is asked of you, Let fate decide the rest.

But, perhaps, the flatterer is not often detected; for an honest mind is not apt to suspect, and no one exerts the power of discernment with much vigour when selflove favors the deceit.