“the worstthing that ever happenedtothe worldwasthe white man coming across gun powder. the end of the world | the beginning of white supremacy”

“i am a woman and a poem. visceral”

“there is no healthier drug than creativity.”

“we are houses eaten by rivers because we do not know their smell.”

“as a childthere was eitherbooksorpain.i chose books.-how i became a writer”

“he was so beautiful because when he held her he was not concerned with being a man. being a man had nothing to do with this. these flowers pouring from his chest. weightless”

“The words I Love You kill, and resurrect millions, in less than a second.”

“It wasn't a thing I had consciously missed, but having it now reminded me of the joy of it; that drowsy intimacy in which a man's body is accessible to you as your own, the strange shapes and textu...”

“his yellow eyes gazed at me possessively -- I wondered if he realized that the way he looked at me was far more intimate than copping a feel could ever be.”

“Im not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. Ive seen a chunk of the universe, true, but theres still so much more to see. I doubt Ill ever cure t...”

“My hope, my heaven, my trust must be,My gentle guide, in following thee.”

“Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmonious...”