It is not given to us to know which acts or by whom, will cause the critical mass to tip toward an enduring good. What's needed for dramatic change is an accumulation of acts, adding, adding to, adding more, continuing. We know that it does not take 'everyone on Earth' to bring justice and peace, but only a small, determined group who will not give up during the first, second, or hundredth gale.

Long ago the word alone was treated as two words, all one. To be all one meant to be wholly one, to be in oneness, either essentially or temporarily. That is precisely the goal of solitude, to be all one.

Art is not meant to be created in stolen moments only.

Asking the proper questions is the central action of transformation. Questions are the key that causes the secret doors of the psyche to swing open.

Story is far older than the art of science and psychology, and will always be the elder in the equation no matter how much time passes.

For myself, solitude is rather like a folded-up forest that I carry with me everywhere and unfurl around myself when I have need.

How does one know if she has forgiven? You tend to feel sorrow over the circumstance instead of rage, you tend to feel sorry for the person rather than angry with him. You tend to have nothing left to say about it all.