The most valuable thing we can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of room, not try to be or do anything whatever.

...I feel more alive when I'm writing than I do at any other time--except when I'm making love. Two things when you forget time, when nothing exists except the moment--the moment of writing, the moment of love. That perfect concentration is bliss.

Death does frame a person and somehow it is the good that stays.

Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember nothing stays the same for long, not even pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go.

Solitude is the salt of personhood. It brings out the authentic flavor of every experience.

Don't forget that compared to a grownup person every baby is a genius.

No partner in a love relationship... should feel that he has to give up an essential part of himself to make it viable.