What am I writing for anyway? Is it like dreaming? Is it a benevolent process? Something that moves the past forward? And what about… — Selima Hill Copy Share Image
When I was first published it was like having people rushing in coming to find out where I was hiding. Scary! — Selima Hill Copy Share Image
There's the space that you soar into, the space that you sometimes break through to, and hang in. A sort of gasp or gap. — Selima Hill Copy Share Image
I feel much safer faced with a blank sheet of paper than I do with a real person. — Selima Hill Copy Share Image
I step naked into the shower of truth - whole-hearted, bloody-minded, utterly selfish, no longer even pretending to enjoy or understand anything. — Selima Hill Copy Share Image
An audience sabotages my freedom, devastates my innocence, corrupts my integrity, inhibits my great joy - and of course gives me further to fall. — Selima Hill Copy Share Image
All I do and say and think 'as a poet' is much truer and more intimate than anything I say face to face. — Selima Hill Copy Share Image
If I knew how to say it directly, I would not need to write poetry. I would just talk to people and be happy. — Selima Hill Copy Share Image
The very things I used to be told off for - daydreaming, exaggerating, making mistakes, wild guessing, contradicting, spying, being obsessive, being reckless -… — Selima Hill Copy Share Image
