There is incredible value in being of service to others. I think if many of the people in therapy offices were dragged out to put their finger in a dike, take up their place in a working line, they would be relieved of terrible burdens.

How important things had become, now that they were gone! I felt a sudden panic that I would soon forget everything.

I think one of the reasons we have children is to believe everything all over again. And I'm not talking Santa, here, either.

As a writer, you should have a sticky soul; the act of continually taking things in should be as much a part of you as your hair color.

We are assumed to be rather hopeless - swallowed up by incorrect notions, divorced from the original genius with which we are born, lost within days of living this distracting life.

My inside self and my outside self used to match. A compass needle pointed true north. Now the needle spins around and around indicating the sad direction of nowhere.

...in my head, a person who was out walking and walking in the dark comes to a little house with a light on. Waits at the door for a moment, and then goes in finds such a welcome that she stays.