I Remember The Stink Of The Liverwurst.

I Think Of Myself As Writing For One Person, That One Perfect Reader Who Understands And Loves.

One Of My Secret Instructions To Myself As A Poet Is "whatever You Do, Don't Be Boring."

I, In My Brand New Body, Which Was Not A Woman's Yet, Told The Stars My Questions And Thought God Could Really See The Heat And The Painted Light, Elbows, Knees, Dreams, Goodnight.

I Am Teaching... This Year It's Kind Of Like Having A Love Affair With A Rhinoceros.

I Would Sell My Life To Avoid The Pain That Begins In The Crib With Its Bars Or Perhaps With Your First Breath When The Planets Drill Your Future Into You.