I have never written a book that was not born out of a question I needed to answer for myself.

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

... if one does not have wild dreams of achievement, there is no spur even to get the dishes washed. One must think like a hero to behave like a merely decent human being.

Lunches are just not good. They take the heart out of the day and the spaciousness from the morning's work.

I sometimes think men don't 'hear' very well, if I take your meaning to be 'understand what is going on in a person.' That's what makes them so restful. Women wear each other out with their everlasting touching of the nerve.

I asked myself the question, 'What do you want of your life?' and I realized with a start of recognition and terror, 'Exactly what I have - but to be commensurate, to handle it all better.

Women's work is always toward wholeness.