My inner critic who had begun piping up about how hopeless I was and how I didn't know to write.

My biggest excuse to others and myself was that I had writer's block, as if it was some kind of illness.

I was a new devotee of Eastern mysticism and even though I did not join that particular group, I could well have done. They seemed a bit extreme but I regarded myself as not quite ready.

My block was due to two overlapping factors: laziness and lack of discipline.

Krishna children were taught that in the spiritual world there were no parents, only souls and hence this justified their being kept out of view from others, cloistered in separate buildings and sheltered from the evil material world.

A wonderful emotion to get things moving when one is stuck is anger. It was anger more than anything else that had set me off, roused me into productivity and creativity.

When you hear the voice of Rosa Ponselle, you hear a fountain of melody blessed by the Lord.