we walk the plank with strangers.
The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
I love the people,' I said. 'I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives.
I love life. But it is hard and I have so much, so very much to learn.
I had imagined a kind, ugly, intuitive man looking up and say, 'Ah!' in an encouraging way, as if he could see something I couldn't, and then I would find words to tell him how I was so scared, as if I were being stuffed farther and farther into a black, airless sack with no way out.
You are the one. Solid the spaces lean on, envious. You are the baby in the barn.