It is simply that person's time. Ours will come in this lifetime or the next. No matter. Continue to practice.

Anything we fully do is an alone journey.

At the moment our rational mind stops, hits against a wall ... something else happens. And a bigger mind, like a pearl, rolls in a silver bowl.

One poem or story doesn't matter one way or the other. It's the process of writing and life that matters.

Even an ice cream parlor - a definite advantage - does not alleviate the sorrow I feel for a town lacking a bookstore.

I had cancer for fourteen months and wrote a memoir about the experience.

I'm never ashamed to read a book twice or as many times as I want. We never expect to drink a glass of water just once in our lives. A book can be that essential, too.