“How does one grow up?” I asked a friend the other day. There was a slight pause; then she answered, “By thinking.”
May SartonI find that when I have any appointment, even an afternoon one, it changes the whole quality of time. I feel overcharged. There is no space for what wells up from the subconscious; those dreams and images live in deep still water and simply submerge when the day gets scattered.
May SartonOne could go on revising a prose page forever whereas there is a point in a poem when one knows it is done forever.
May Sarton