I tell the truth, and I expose myself as a weak, misguided, misdirected, dysfunctional human being I used to be.
I really believe in science. It is a faith. It is a reverence akin to religion. But as we always say, it’s different from religion in that, as near as we can tell, it exists outside of us. It has an objective quality, the process of science.
Women tell me they are different since 21 May – the day I was arrested – it’s a positive change, they believe now.
One may sometimes tell a lie, but the grimace that accompanies it tells the truth.
I know this president. And I can tell you that he cares deeply about the next generation of young women in this country – his daughters, and everyone’s daughters. President Obama had the courage to stand with Sandra Fluke. Without hesitation, he defended her right to tell her story.
If I could go, I would tell the truth to the North American people. President Reagan personally ordered my visa to be denied.
You know I took an oath to tell the truth when I took the witness stand.
I always tell students that writing a poem and publishing it are two quite separate things, and you should write what you have to write, and if you’re afraid it’s going to upset someone, don’t publish it.
I know that my tendency is to be linear, and I’m trying to find ways to subvert that. And so in ‘Bellocq’s Ophelia’ my device for subverting it was to tell the story and then to tell it again; it always circles back to this one moment, and it’s not linear, but it’s round in that way, and much of ‘Native Guard’ is like that.
Striving to tell his woes, words would not come; For light cares speak, when mighty griefs are dumb.