Just write a little bit every day. Even if it's for only half an hour — write, write, write.

I do not believe that true optimism can come about except through tragedy.

Vitam impendere vero. To stake one's life for the truth.

When we believe in the impossible, it becomes possible, and we can do all kinds of extraordinary things.

Conversion for me was not a Damascus Road experience. I slowly moved into an intellectual acceptance of what my intuition had always known.

I used to feel guilty about spending morning hours working on a book; about fleeing to the brook in the afternoon. It took several summers of being totally frazzled by September to make me realize that this was a false guilt. I'm much more use to family and friends when I'm not physically and spiritually depleted than when I spend my energies as though they were unlimited. They are not. The time at the typewriter and the time at the brook refresh me and put me into a more workable perspective.

It was the same way with silence. This was more than silence. A deaf person can feel vibrations. Here there was nothing to feel.