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.

When we are writing, or painting, or composing, we are, during the time of creativity, freed from normal restrictions, and are opened to a wider world, where colors are brighter, sounds clearer, and people more wondrously complex than we normally realize.

We have to be braver than we think we can be, because God is constantly calling us to be more than we are.

There is little character or loveliness in the face of someone who has shunned risk, avoided suffering and rejected life

A community to be truly community, must have a quality of unselfconsciousness about it.

When we lose our myths we lose our place in the universe.

In reading we must become creators.