I think talent is like a water table under the earth—you tap it with your effort and it comes through you.

Be tough in the way a blade of grass is: rooted, willing to lean, and at peace with what is around it.

Every moment is enormous and it is all we have.

Stress is an ignorant state. It believes that everything is an emergency.

Life is not orderly. No matter how we try to make it so, right in the middle of it we die, lose a leg, fall in love, or drop a jar of applesauce.

Women need space and silence. We too quickly give away our energy. There's something about holding that richness.

What writing practice, like Zen practice does is bring you back to the natural state of mind...The mind is raw, full of energy, alive and hungry. It does not think in the way we were brought up to think-well-mann ered, congenial.