"My soul has shadows " nooks and crannies where griefs, like cobwebs, collect."

"If it weren't for you, mornings wouldn't be so comforting - slippers wouldn't scrape through the rooms of my heart..."

"I'm not in control and without a firm spot, like Archimedes I can't move the world - let alone your heart.."

"The wounds of the past and the scars of the present don't disfigure me in your eyes - because you know the price I pay for loving you ..."

"I prefer rain -sometimes I feel sunlight will turn me to stone - perhaps I'm a Troll..."

"If you're an actor, and you've thought your way into the part, then you're character portrayal will have authority..."

"My sacred landscape is the foothills of the stars - I go there often to sleep ..."

"I can think of other forms of worship than loving you, but none that make me feel so fulfilled..."

"Here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond - not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed ..."

"Why is my cat a Muse? the cat has the rare grace of never saying a word too much- Mark Twain ...that's why ..."

"It's not the medium that's the message - it's consciousness - the wonder of being able to wonder ..."

"You need to travel to see the ocean - I don't need the ocean - I have the sky..."

"We compose our life in stories we tell ourselves."

"Writing with ferocity is a gift, provided that ferocity is a monomaniacal devotion to pursuing the truth ..."

"You ask me why I compare you to stars - it's simple - that's where your goddess has fled..."

"Language always occurs in a context - you can speak Elizabethan words, but to speak the language you have to put on the mindset..."

"I'm not afraid of the opinions of others - but of being needed and coming up short ..."

"Winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird..."

"I will not exorcise you-I'd miss your fragrance, the soft tread of your step on the stair."

"Light a campfire and everyone's a storyteller."

"The strands that connect us are frail, so don't hang great weights on slender wires..."

"At some point we must achieve our identity -we can't be always in adolescence seeking who we are..."

"My dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you..."

"Put out the candles with your fire-I'm on fire."

"Why do people venerate Einstein or Bill Gates? Clive Bell explains: Genius worship is the inevitable sign of an uncreative age...."

"How many writers still dare compare a woman to Nature, like Campion? - there is a garden in her face - how lovely..."

"You are not what you seem - you're a Sylph - you leave and the air retains your image - you haunt me..."

"A writer without authority? Impossible. as Kenneth Burke says, creation implies authority in the sense of originator...."

"You can be taught to write " you can't be taught to be an artist."

"I remember the oily smoke of a cigarette suspended in a shaft of sunlight - with you, everything was beautiful..."

"True love is my religion..."

"When I chose you, I didn't want the commonplace - I didn't want a 'partner' - I wanted a shrine..."

"The bones of cirrus clouds stand out like ribs against the sky - an angel is stretching..."

"That icy glass reduces your beauty - dims your fire - let me be your mirror..."

"When I was a kid, Toronto streets were deserted and quiet on Sundays, except for the sound of church bells I stood on the sidewalk one December listening to the Christmas bells - I've never forgotten that moment..."

"It took me a lifetime of glimpses, but now I see you completely - did I tell you you're beautiful? so kind to animals, children and me..."

"Yes, I am your priest, your magician, your lover - I make charms to incant your presence..."

"Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable..."

"You cross the field in the snow leaving tracks in perfect whiteness ...disturbing my placid universe...marking the landscape within me ..."

"...beneath torrents of spring rain, buds come to life - and we do too, beneath torments of tears..."

"The answer is not in the damn blank page - it's in the days or years before and you have to dredge it up - exhume the past again ..."

"I worship at the temple of your body and without you, I'd have no art..."

"Each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way ..."

"I write small poems- the kind that fit on a postcard, and still can break your heart."

"I don't want security - to be self-assured - I want to risk my heart in making your portrait and be paid the wages of your devotion..."

"Poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths..."

"Wherever there is society, there is authority and the temptation to disobedience because our individual wills refuse to submit..."

"We went to watch the waves that bitter day and the wind took your red cap and mittens - blew them into the sea..."

"You think so logically...like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically...like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth..."

"All my life I prayed to a star " Later discovered it was Venus " I was praying to Aphrodite and wondering why she was sending me you -sad..."