How much hope, expectation, and sheer hard work goes into the smallest success! There is no being sure of anything except that whatever has been created will change in time.

Do we always make our freedom out of someone else's bondage?

Anyone who is going to be a writer knows enough at fifteen to write several novels.

We have to believe that every person counts, counts as a creative force that can move mountains.

It is harder for women, perhaps to be 'one-pointed,' much harder for them to clear space around whatever it is they want to do beyond household chores and family life. Their lives are fragmented... the cry not so much for a 'a room of one's own' as time of one's own. Conflict become acute, whatever it may be about, when there is no margin left on any day in which to try at least to resolve it.

... love is healing, even rootless love.

A body without bones would be a limp impossible mess, so a day without steady routine would be disruptive and chaotic.