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."

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

She seems to have had the ability to stand firmly on the rock of her past while living completely and unregretfully in the present.

You cannot take credit for your talents. It is what you do with them that counts.

We turn to stories and pictures and music because they show us who and what and why we are.

Love is the one surprise.

We do not know what things look like. We know what things are like. It must be a very limiting thing,this seeing. -Aunt Beast