Art is an affirmation of life, a rebuttal of death. And here we blunder into paradox again, for during the creation of any form of art, art which affirms the value and the holiness of life, the artist must die. To serve a work of art, great or small, is to die, to die to self.

If you aren't unhappy sometimes you don't know how to be happy.

No matter how true I believe what I am writing to be, if the reader cannot also participate in that truth, then I have failed.

Art should communicate with as many people as possible.

Inspiration does not always precede the act of writing; it often follows it.

During the long drag of years before our youngest child went to school, my love for my family and my need to write were in acute conflict. The problem was really that I put two things first. My husband and children came first. So did my writing. Bump.

One of the many sad results of the Industrial Revolution was that we came to depend more than ever on the intellect, and to ignore the intuition with its symbolic thinking.