One thing that blocks flow is self-consciousness.

Before I published anything, I dreamed of publication, but I didn't actually write for it. I imagined that writing for an audience was something for fancier people. I aspired, but mostly I wrote for myself. I wrote because it made me happy.

Artists and writers have to understand and live the truth that what we are doing is nourishing the world.

The first person who ever told me that happiness was work was this manic-depressive artist I knew when I was in my 20s. I was like, 'What are you talking about? Happiness just happens. That's even the root of that word. How could it be work?

A lot of positive psychology is stuck in being the psychology of privilege, and I reject that.

When you study postpartum depression, there is a very clear understanding that in communities where you see more support, there is less depression.

The last introvert in a world of extroverts. Silence: my response to both emptiness and saturation. But silence frightens people. I had to learn how to talk. Out of politeness.