Doorways are sacred to women for we are the doorways of life and we must choose what comes in and what goes out.

I am a driven writer. I feel guilty if I don't write, not self-indulgent if I do.

Purple as tulips in May, mauve into lush velvet, purple as the stain blackberries leave on the lips, on the hands, the purple of ripe grapes sunlit and warm as flesh.

Suppose that a person writes what she must. That is only the first step of becoming a writer. The work must survive the moment of creation. It must get out to an audience. She or he must dare to show the work. She must risk ridicule, misunderstanding, scandal, condemnation, & what's often worse, none of the above: silence. No attention at all.

i find it easy to admire in trees what depresses me in people

The best gift you can give is a hug: one size fits all and no one ever minds if you return it.

We admire predators - panthers, lions, tigers, even wolves. Maybe to be naturally thoughtful and hesitant to use violence is to be somehow second rate. To be in the middle of the social food chain. Especially if you're a man. This society thinks real men are violent.