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

Schooling, instead of encouraging the asking of questions, too often discourages it.

To be born is to start the journey towards death.

Now I am setting out into the unknown. It will take me a long while to work through the grief. There are no shortcuts; it has to be gone through.

We are suspicious of grace. We are afraid of the very lavishness of the gift.

When I am constantly running there is no time for being. When there is no time for being there is no time for listening.

I know writers who write only when inspiration comes. How would Isaac Stern play if he played the violin only when he felt like it? He would be lousy.