I felt old when I was young and I feel younger now. Maybe that's a trick of my mind, but I'm springier and lighter.
There may be no city in the clouds, but dreaming of it can enliven the spirit.
Remember to breathe. It is after all, the secret of life.
Just my luck, if I believed in luck. I only believe in the opposite of luck, whatever that is.
Where I'm from, we believe in all sorts of things that aren't true. . . we call it history.
Books fall open, you fall in. When you climb out again, you're a bit larger than you used to be.
Growth and change were viewed as reactions to conditions met
I am I-I am powerful, but to what extent? I am I.
The nobility of Teresa Leo's poems is that they are not disposed to hide from the dark-rather, they display a mind that tends toward obsession and brooding, that works against fatality like fingers at a knot. The firm, attentive mind on display and the lucid unfolding of the poems are the life instinct seeking and finding its way through again and again. Love and beauty are the argument, but they don't win easily. Bloom in Reverse works through elegy toward survival with moving persistence, both driven and compelling.
I put my foot in my mouth every time I'm interviewed.
I was never very happy at school.