It does not matter that we cannot fathom this mystery. The only real problem comes when we think that we have.

To create a work of art, great or small, is work, hard work, and work requires discipline and order.

And sometimes when we listen, we are led into places we do not expect, into adventures we do not always understand.

In our dreams we are able to fly . . . and that is a remembering of how we were meant to be.

I got so discouraged, I almost stopped writing. It was my 12-year-old son who changed my mind when he said to me, "Mother, you've been very cross and edgy with us and we notice you haven't been writing. We wish you'd go back to the typewriter. That did a lot of good for my false guilts about spending so much time writing. At that point, I acknowledged that I am a writer and even if I were never published again, that's what I am."

I feel as though I'm not breathing when I'm out of his presence. He's the oxygen in my air, the sun in my universe, the staff of my life. —Jane Gardiner

You learn to write by doing it.