The only way through pain…is to absorb, probe, understand exactly what it is and what it means. To close the door on pain is to miss the chance for growth.

What is there to do when people die - people so dear and rare - but bring them back by remembering?

The woman who needs to create works of art is born with a kind of psychic tension in her which drives her unmercifully to find a way to balance, to make herself whole. Every human being has this need: in the artist it is mandatory. Unable to fulfill it, he goes mad. But when the artist is a woman she fulfills it at the expense of herself as a woman.

A holiday gives one a chance to look backward and forward; to reset oneself by an inner compass.

Poetry has a way of teaching one what one needs to know ... if one is honest.

So this was fame at last! Nothing but a vast debt to be paid to the world in energy, blood, and time.

One does not "find oneself" by pursuing one's self, but on the contrary by pursuing something else and learning through discipline or routine. . . who one is and wants to be.