The point of art is not simply to express ourselves, but to create an external, concrete form in which the soul of our lives can be evoked and contained.

A runner is real when she takes the first step.

When a great ship is in harbor and moored, it is safe, there can be no doubt. But that is not what great ships are built for.

Writing, real writing, should leave a small sweet bruise somewhere on the writer . . . and on the reader.

I have to go to the woods, and I have to meet the wolf, or else my life will never begin.

Solitude is not an absence of energy or action, as some believe, but is rather a boon of wild provisions transmitted to us from the soul.

If you have yet to be called an incorrigable, defiant woman, don't worry, there is still time