“I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.”

Melancholy were the sounds on a winter’s night.

Books are the mirrors of the soul.

I am rooted, but I flow.

And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves.

And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves.

Love, the poet said, is woman’s whole existence.

I always had the deepest affection for people who carried sublime tears in their silences.

Friendships, even the best of them, are frail things. One drifts apart.

I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world, what death has done to my world.

I like to have space to spread my mind out in.

She dares me to pour myself out like a living waterfall. She dares me to enter the soul that is more than my own; she extinguishes fear in mere seconds. She lets light come through.

The most extraordinary thing about writing is that when you’ve struck the right vein, tiredness goes. It must be an effort, thinking wrong.

Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.

I like people to be unhappy because I like them to have souls.

I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.

The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.

I guess living without love, without experiencing it or being able to give it is pretty strong punishment.

DNA have something to do with your hair not your nationality but guess what you can always maintain your hair.

I guess I’m just inspired to tell stories.

I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them.

I guess passion keeps me going.

I guess the first thing I should do is thank everybody who made this day necessary.

I guess my strongest recurring theme is honoring love, even when it’s lost.

Life has taught me one big lesson, always keep the girlies guessing.