I suppose one has to remember that 'life' is important too, though it's something I forget in some moods, everything except work seeming like an interruption or really non-life.

There is a proper balance between not asking enough of oneself and asking or expecting too much.

I suppose one has to remember that 'life' is important too, though it's something I forget in some moods, everything except work seeming like an interruption or really non-life.

A great silence has descended on me for the last six months. I am as silent as an Arab in the desert, as dry, thirsty, and full of wonder and rumours which do not materialize into camels or travellers at all, but just vanish into the silent spaces from where they came. I expect this is a good thing though it is extremely irritating - the brink of a voice and never a voice.

The garden is growth and change and that means loss as well as constant new treasures to make up for a few disasters.

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

Inside my mother's death / I lay and could not breathe.