After all, coffee is bitter, a flavor from the forbidden and dangerous realm. – Diane Ackerman
I do not want to get to the end of my life and find that I just lived the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well. – Diane Ackerman
A poem records emotions and moods that lie beyond normal language, that can only be patched together and hinted at metaphorically. – Diane Ackerman
Look at your feet. You are standing in the sky. When we think of the sky, we tend to look up, but the sky actually begins at the earth. – Diane Ackerman