A thing is incredible, if ever, only after it is told -- returned to the world it came out of.

The events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance to ourselves they find their own order the continuous thread of revelation.

Since we must and do write each our own way, we may during actual writing get more lasting instruction not from another's work, whatever its blessings, however better it is than ours, but from our own poor scratched-over pages. For these we can hold up to life. That is, we are born with a mind and heart to hold each page up to, and to ask: is it valid?

I had to grow up and learn to listen for the unspoken as well as the spoken-and to know a truth.

I like the feeling of being able to confront an experience and resolve it as art.

The excursion is the same when you go looking for your sorrow as when you go looking for your joy.

The first act of insight is throw away the labels.