I was stirred only like a leaf in the wind, that is all. . .

Keeping a Diary all my life helped me to discover some basic elements essential to the vitality of writing.

I made no resolutions for the New Year. The habit of making plans, of criticizing, sanctioning and molding my life, is too much of a daily event for me.

I have no brakes on...analysis is for those who are paralyzed by life.

There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.

We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection.

Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go.