Certain springs are tapped only when you're alone.

Don't wish me happiness - I don't expect to be happy it's gotten beyond that, somehow. Wish me courage and strength and a sense of humor - I will need them all.

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

Woman can best refind herself by losing herself in some kind of creative activity of her own.

When the heart is flooded with love there is no room in it for fear, for doubt, for hesitation.

Can you write a book and have children at the same time? Yes, if you're content to do it very very slowly.

These bright roofs, these steep towers, these jewel-lakes, these skeins of railroad line - all spoke to her and she answered. She was glad they were there. She belonged to them and they to her. . . . She had not lost it. She was touching it with her fingertips. This was flying: to go swiftly over the earth you loved, touching it lightly with your fingertips, holding the railroads lines in your hand to guide you, like a skein of wool in a spider-web game - like following Ariadne's thread through the Minotaur's maze, Where would it lead, where?