Here I am, where I ought to be. A writer must have a place where he or she feels this, the place to love and be irritated with.

Sometimes a person's monstrosity seems superhuman.

If only I had discipline, but alas, it is only an obsessive-compulsive trait and the beauty of habit that causes me to return again and again to my work.

The greatest wisdom doesn't know itself. The richest plan is not to have one.

I had a very free childhood and ranged around on my bicycle the way boys do. I had few restrictions.

To sew is to pray. Men don't understand this. They see the whole but they don't see the stitches. They don't see the speech of the creator in the work of the needle. We mend. We women turn things inside out and set things right. We salvage what we can of human garments and piece the rest into blankets. Sometimes our stitches stutter and slow. Only a woman's eyes can tell. Other times, the tension in the stitches might be too tight because of tears, but only we know what emotion went into the making. Only women can hear the prayer.

Be lovely and do no harm.