I feel more alive when I'm writing than I do at any other time--except maybe when I'm making love.

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.

In poetry compromise is fatal. In action of any cooperative sort it is inevitable. The thing is to find the balance.

I long for the bulbs to arrive, for the early autumn chores are melancholy, but the planting of bulbs is the work of hope and is always thrilling.

Gardening is an instrument of grace.

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.

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