It has always been on the written page that the world has come into focus for me. If I can piece all these bits of memory together with the diaries and letters and the scribbled thoughts that clutter my mind and bookshelves, then maybe I can explain what happened. Maybe the worlds I have inhabited for the past seven years will assume order and logic and wholeness on paper. Maybe I can tell my story in a way that is useful to someone else.
Nancy HoranIn the end, what really matters? Only kindness. Only making somebody a little happier for your presence.
Nancy HoranI'm like the trunk of a cactus... I take in a dose of culture and time with friends, then I retreat and go live on it for awhile until I get thirsty again.
Nancy HoranIt's not good to live so much inside oneself. It's a self-imposed exile, really. It makes you different.
Nancy Horan