My musical genius reached its apex thirty years ago when I played the triangle in Haydn's children's symphony, so I could not play unless you needed someone to make one sustained note!

Words are my passion / And out of them and me / I would create beauty.

Gardening is the instrument of grace.

It takes a long time for words to become thought.

I think that passion if really intense is always destructive if not to the two involved, always to other people.

It is curious how any making of order makes one feel mentally ordered, ordered inside.

Don't forget that compared to a grownup person every baby is a genius. Think of the capacity to learn! The freshness, the temperament, the will of a baby a few months old!