We are all jellyfish, too pitiful and too afraid of being disliked to be honest.

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

Flowers and plants are silent presences. They nourish every sense except the ear.

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

I love giving flowers. It is so deliciously unlasting and romantic.

Wrinkles here and there seem unimportant compared to the Gestalt of the whole person I have become in this past year.

Life comes in clusters, clusters of solitude, then a cluster when there is hardly time to breathe.