I am tied down with single words. But you wander off; you slip away; you rise up higher, with words and words in phrases.

I press to my centre, and find there is something there.

Intellectual freedom depends upon material things.

There is no doubt in my mind, that I have found out how to begin (at 40) to say something in my own voice.

Some collaboration has to take place in the mind between the woman and the man before the art of creation can be accomplished. Some marriage of opposites has to be consummated. The whole of the mind must lie wide open if we are to get the sense that the

The weather varies between heavy fog and pale sunshine; My thoughts follow the exact same process.

A perfect treat must include a trip to a second-hand bookshop.