Trust in what you love, continue to do it, and it will take you where you need to go.

Actually, every time we begin, we wonder how we did it before, Each time is a new journey with no maps.

Literature gives us the great gift of the present moment.

We should notice that we are already supported at every moment. There is the earth below our feet and there is the air, filling our lungs and emptying them. We should begin from this when we need support.

The aim is to burn through to first thoughts, to the place where energy is unobstructed by social politeness or the internal censor, to the place where you are writing what you mind actually sees and feels, not what it thinks it should see or feel.

I read Eve Ensler and thought it was fabulous. Not only that, but it was really the only thing I could relate to about cancer.

Finally, one just has to shut up, sit down, and write.