If someone should ask me, 'What does the soul do?' I would say, It does two things. It loves. And it creates. Those are its primary acts.

I realize what a strange in-between place I am in. The Young Woman inside has turned to go, but the Old Woman has not shown up.

So few people know what they're capable of.

From now on when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I planned to say, Amnesiac.

We write to taste life twice," Anais Nin wrote, "in the moment and in retrospection.

It was the oldest sound there was. Souls flying away.

A lot of time you write out of some unconscious place. I try to trust what is coming and where it wants to take me.