We live in a world of buy it or leave it. Love does not signify.

There are so many separate selves; no one who writes creatively hasn't felt that.

There are voices and they must be heard.

I seem to have run in a great circle, and met myself again on the starting line.

If you continually write and read yourself as a fiction, you can change what's crushing you.

Even death after a long illness is without warning. The moment you had prepared for so carefully took you by storm. The troops broke through the window and snatched the body and the body is gone. ... Death reduces us to the baffled logic of a small child. If yesterday why not today?

Earth is ancient now, but all knowledge is stored up in her. She keeps a record of everything that has happened since time began. Of time before time, she says little, and in a language that no one has yet understood. Through time, her secret codes have gradually been broken. Her mud and lava is a message from the past. Of time to come, she says much, but who listens?