Sun And Moon And Day And Night

Of The Crow-blue Mussel Shells, One Keeps Adjusting The Ash Heaps; Opening And Shutting Itself Like An Injured Fan.

You're Not Free Until You've Been Made Captive By Supreme Belief.

[on Her Use Of Quotations:] When A Thing Has Been Said So Well That It Could Not Be Said Better, Why Paraphrase It? Hence My Writing, Is, If Not A Cabinet Of Fossils, A Kind Of Collection Of Flies In Amber.

When One Is Frank, One's Very Presence Is A Compliment.

There Never Was A War That Was Not Inward.