Doubt comes to the door in darkness, pretending to be alone and in need of your compassionate ear. But if you let him in, he'll bring his friends.

Art is not about thinking something up. It is the opposite - getting something down.

The growth of one blesses all. I am commited to grow in love. All that I touch, I leave in love. I move through this world consciously and creatively.

As children we hoard and gloat over words. Words give ownership: we name our world and we claim it...Children trust the power of words.

I am what I am again: a writer. I have metabolized the injury into art.

We will experience the life we have the faith to experience.

Making art is an act of faith.