Dreams are matters of the heart, things that pull you along as if they have hooked you someplace deep inside.
Jeanne Marie LaskasI 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
Jeanne Marie LaskasYou plant a garden one flower at a time. ... You write a book one word at a time, clean a closet one shelf at a time, run a marathon one step at a time. If you feel defeated by some large task, get your spade and dig the first hole.
Jeanne Marie Laskas