I had hopes for my rough edges. I wanted to use them as a can opener, to cut myself a hole in the world's surface and exit through it.

Doing something does not require discipline. It creates its own discipline - with a little help from caffeine.

I work mornings only. I go out to lunch. Afternoons I play with the baby, walk with my husband, or shovel mail.

The way you live your days is the way you live your life.

I wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.

There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by. A life of good days lived in the senses is not enough. The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less; time is ample and its passage sweet. Who would call a day spent reading a good day? But a life spent reading -- that is a good life.

No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.