I am sorry I ran from you. I am still running, running from that knowledge, that eye, that love from which there is no refuge. For you meant only love, and love, and I felt only fear, and pain. So once in Israel love came to us incarnate, stood in the doorway between two worlds, and we were all afraid.

The creative process obtains in all creative acts. So if I'm painting suddenly I'll see something that I didn't see before.

I couldn't unpeach the peaches.

Last forever!' Who hasn't prayed that prayer? You were lucky to get it in the first place. The present is a freely given canvas. That it is constantly being ripped apart and washed downstream goes without saying.

The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out.

What I call innocence is the spirit's unself-conscious state at any moment of pure devotion to any object. It is at once a receptiveness and total concentration.

She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.