I love the line of Flaubert about observing things very intensely. I think our duty as writers begins not with our own feelings, but with the powers of observing.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine

One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began.

There are a hundred paths through the world that are easier than loving. But who wants easier?

I try to be good but sometimes a person just has to break out and act like the wild and springy thing one used to be. It's impossible not to remember wild an want it back.

Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled---to cast aside the weight of facts and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world.

Wild sings the bird of the heart in the forests of our lives.