Wind warns November’s done with. The blown leaves make bat-shapes, Web-winged and furious.

I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.

I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.

The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of starsLetting in the light, peephole after peephole--- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.

Not easy to state the change you made.If I'm alive now, I was dead, Though, like a stone, unbothered by it.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bedAnd sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I am your opus.

In God's eyes all children are beautiful but here on earth we have higher standards.

Our wishes become real and solid if we work on their formation. If it matters to you, make energy become matter.

Being booed off stage is just an applause from ghosts!

The greatest leaders can inspire you and lead the way without ever having to give you their back.

Just because you forgot about your sins, doesn't mean they have been forgiven.

I'm very organised these days, and I keep my life in my handbag, like most women.

There is always a mix of apprehension and excitement before you try songs out on a new audience.

How do you end a meditation session? It's nice to chant a mantra again. Maybe repeat it a few times. It seals the meditation. Do your best and then just give it to eternity.

Life had stepped into the place of theory.

Americans still believe they are cut out to be successful-in everything: love, love-making, luck, luck-giving, money-making, sense-making, cancer-avoiding, clothes-wearing, car-driving, and so on.