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

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

In our human lives, we are often impatient, ill-tempered, inappropriate. We find it difficult to treat our intimates with the love we really hold for them. Despite this, they bear with us because of the larger, higher level of family that they honor even in our outbursts. This is their commitment.

By listening to the creator within, we are led to our right path.

Writing is a combination of being alert to your outer surroundings and alive to your inner reality.

And [now] I think I’ll probably write a lot about birds. My new house has a deck that wraps around my writing room; my writing room has many windows, and outside the windows I’ve hung bird feeders … for enticing different species. So I imagine I will be writing about that.

Mystery is at the heart of creativity. That, and surprise.