There was neither horizon, cloud, nor sound; of that pink, spread silence even I had become part, belonging as much to sky as to earth.

I made myself into an envelope into which I could thrust my work deep, lick the flap, seal it from everybody.

It is wonderful to feel the grandness of Canada in the raw, not because she is Canada but because she's something sublime that you were born into, some great rugged power that you are a part of.

Be careful that you do not write or paint anything that is not your own, that you don't know in your own soul.

real art is religion, a search for the beauty of God deep in all things.

Got a new pup. He is half griffon. The other half is mistake.

The house begins to be a home. The unfamiliar places are beginning to fold the familiar objects into their keeping and to cozy them down. Objects that swore at each other when the movers heaved them into the new rooms have subsided into corners and sit to lick their feet and wash their faces like cats accepting a new home.