I believe that children long for form just as grownups do, and that it releases rather than cramps creative energy.

For to be desperate is to discover strength. / We die of comfort and by conflict live.

The body is a universe in itself and must be held as sacred as anything in creation....It is dangerous to forget the body as sacramental.

More than any other beauty (though it is true of all beauty except in art) passion seems to me to have the seeds of its own destruction in it.

Where joy in an old pencil is not absurd.

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.

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.