Quotes from Phyllis Gotlieb

You don't go after poetry, you take what comes. Maybe the gods do it through me but I certainly do a hell of a lot of the work.

You don't go after poetry, you take what comes. Maybe the gods do it through me but I certainly do a hell of a lot of the work.

and if my heart isn't in my mouth it's because it knows its place

She felt other eyes on her. The madam, a blue-skinned Varvani woman, was standing in the doorway; she balanced her elephantine legs on gold clogs, and the enormous bosom above her chain-mail skirt was tattooed with red kissystars... Don't block the window, dear heart. You want a sample, come on in.