For in our family an experience was not finished, not truly experienced, unless written down or shared with another.

When I cannot write a poem, I bake biscuits and feel just as pleased.

there is no sin punished more implacably by nature than the sin of resistance to change.

Parting is inevitably painful, even for a short time. It's like an amputation, I feel a limb is being torn off, without which I shall be unable to function. And yet, once it is done... life rushes back into the void, richer, more vivid and fuller than before.

Go with the pain, let it take you. Open your palms and your body to the pain. It comes in waves like the tide and you must be open as a vessel lying on the beach, letting it fill you up and then, retreating, leaving you empty and clear.

America, which has the most glorious present still existing in the world today, hardly stops to enjoy it, in her insatiable appetite for the future.

No new sect ever had humor; no disciples either, even the disciples of Christ.