"When I work I am pure as an angel tiger and clear is my eye and hot my brain and silent all the whin..." — Marge Piercy

The pitcher cries for water to carry and a person for work that is real.

Shared laughter is erotic too.

Long hair is considered bohemian, which may be why I grew it, but I keep it long because I love the way it feels, part cloak, part fan, part mane, part security blanket.

The real writer is one who really writes. Talent is an invention like phlogiston after the fact of fire. Work is its own cure. You have to like it better than being loved.