Every day I walk out into the world / to be dazzled, then to be reflective.

My work is the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird - equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.

it is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world.

After a cruel childhood, one must reinvent oneself. Then reimagine the world.

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.

Every adjective and adverb is worth five cents. Every verb is worth fifty cents.

But how did you come burning down like a wild needle, knowing just where my heart was?