What's a word, a talisman, to hold against the world?

The joy of working at something to find out what it means to me is what I grew up with.

Being true to yourself really means being true to all the complexities of the human spirit.

To practice your scales, so to speak, in order play the symphony, is what you have to do as a young poet.

I think that you certainly don't have to be aged and travel the world to write a poem.

From the time I began to read, as a child, I loved to feel their heft in my hand and the warm spot caused by their intimate weight in my lap; I loved the crisp whisper of a page turning, the musky odor of old paper and the sharp inky whiff of new pages. Leather bindings sent me into ecstasy. I even loved to gaze at a closed book and daydream about the possibilities inside.

Can it be that even as one grows to fit the space one lives in, one cannot grow until there's space to grow?