A holiday gives one a chance to look backward and forward; to reset oneself by an inner compass.
in the very long run any success devours - and perhaps also corrupts.
I believe that children long for form just as grownups do, and that it releases rather than cramps creative energy.
Poetry finds its perilous equilibrium somewhere between music and speech.
Flowers and plants are silent presences. They nourish every sense except the ear.
I have never written a book that was not born out of a question I needed to answer for myself.