Solitude is a place where all is quiet - except the beating of your heart.

Forgiveness is the path to healing.

Dreams are matters of the heart, things that pull you along as if they have hooked you someplace deep inside.

I think the call of the inward life starts here. Solitude helps you differentiate, define the borders of the self. Solitude helps you figure our where everybody else stops and you begins.

Solitude is a place where all is quiet - except the beating of your heart.

All peace-loving women shut up when they sense they have stepped onto Guy Turf. Guy Turf is a murky realm of ego and pride and chivalry and testosterone and heroism.

I wanted to go to a place where I could think, really sink into my own imagination, or ride it, or drift along it, as in a balloon. The kind of place that probably all writers crave. The kind of place where the outside world is still and quiet and you get a chance to listen, to peer, to go inward