I feel a terrible loss when I (eventually must) complete a work of fiction.
As a farm girl, even when I was quite young, I had my 'farm chores' - but I had time also to be alone, to explore the fields, woods and creek side. And to read.
Tragedy is the highest form of art.
The best revenge is living well without you.
Night comes to the desert all at once, as if someone turned off the light.
One writes to memorialize, and to bring to life again that which has been lost.