Passion Gives Me Moments Of Wholeness.

I Am Aware Of Being In A Beautiful Prison, From Which I Can Only Escape By Writing.

Everything With Me Is Either Worship And Passion Or Pity And Understanding. I Hate Rarely, Though When I Hate. I Hate Murderously.

I Was Stirred Only Like A Leaf In The Wind, That Is All. . .

Poetry Is The Alchemy Which Teaches Us To Convert Ordinary Materials Into Gold.

My First Vision Of Earth Was Water Veiled. I Am Of The Race Of Men And Women Who See All Things Through This Curtain Of Sea And My Eyes Are The Color Of Water.