Heroics are not easily had for the young in our times. Perhaps that is why they go to such extremes to create their own dangers.
Gail GodwinOne is taught by experience to put a premium on those few people who can appreciate you for what you are.
Gail GodwinI'm always aware that I risk being taken for a neurasthenic prima donna when I explain to someone who wants 'just a little' of my time that five minutes of the wrong kind of distraction can ruin a working day.
Gail GodwinI work continuously within the shadow of failure. For every novel that makes it to my publisher's desk, there are at least five or six that died on the way. And even with the ones I do finish, I think of all the ways they might have been better.
Gail GodwinThe more you respect and focus on the singular and the strange, the more you become aware of the universal and infinite.
Gail GodwinSome things arrive in their own mysterious hour, on their own terms and not yours, to be seized or relinquished forever.
Gail GodwinI believe that with enough practice and good faith, you can learn to recognize when the work is achieved.
Gail GodwinThe best antidote I have found is to yearn for something. As long as you yearn, you can't congeal: There is a forward motion to yearning.
Gail GodwinThe characters that I create are parts of myself and I send them on little missions to find out what I donโt know yet.
Gail GodwinNone of us suddenly becomes something overnight. The preparations have been in the making for lifetime.
Gail GodwinThere are two kinds of people. One kind, you can just tell by looking at them at what point they congealed into their final selves. It might be a very nice self, but you know you can expect no more surprises from it. Whereas, the other kind keep moving, changing... They are fluid. They keep moving forward and making new trysts with life, and the motion of it keeps them young. In my opinion, they are the only people who are still alive. You must be constantly on your guard against congealing.
Gail GodwinWhat did a few ripples in the flesh matter when, all too soon, now or later, that flesh would be making its return journey to dust?
Gail GodwinI confess, right at the start, to the doubts - and sometimes outright dreads - that go with me as I climb the stairs to my study in the morning, coffee mug in hand: I have to admit to the habitual apprehension mixed with a sort of reverence, as I light the incense . . . and wonder: what is going to happen today? Will anything happen? Will the angel come today?
Gail Godwin