You can’t get too much winter in the winter.
I moved up over Lower East Side and I was adopted by eight foster parents; I lived all over New York City with these parents, man, till I was about ten years old.
Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.
Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.
My father went into the armed service and I never saw my mother – I don’t know what happened to her.
Being the boss anywhere is lonely. Being a female boss in a world of mostly men is especially so.
Who made the world I cannot tell; ‘Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.
Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.
A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.
The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.