When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn’t know. "Oh, sure you know," the photographer said. "She wants," said Jay Cee wittily, "to be everything.

Love life day by day, color by color, touch by touch.

Then I decided I would spend the summer writing a novel. That would fix a lot of people.

I thought how strange it had never occurred to me before that I was only purely happy until I was nine years old.

I have been holding a dialogue with myself and girding myself to stand fast without running.

Cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul.

I feel that very strongly: having been an academic, having been tempted by the invitation to stay on to become a Ph.D., a professor, and all that, one side of me certainly does respect all disciplines, as long as they don't ossify.