There are no beginnings, not even to stories. There are only places where you make an entrance into someone else's life and either stay or turn and go away.

Literature was intended to be dangerous. Art was meant to be dangerous. Ideas were nothing if they were not dangerous.

Elizabeth Hay has intelligence coming out of her fingertips - integrity, insight, and wonder in every paragraph of her writing.She connects. She stirs and provokes.

I still maintain that an ordinary human being has the right to be horrified by a mangled body seen on an afternoon walk.

The spaces between the perceiver and the thing perceived can [...] be closed with a shout of recognition.

Think of any great man or woman. How can you separate them from the years in which they lived? You can't. Their greatness lies in their response to that moment.

... too much brooding, not enough doing.