For in our family an experience was not finished, not truly experienced, unless written down or shared with another.

The most exhausting thing in life is being insincere.

It takes as much courage to have tried and failed as it does to have tried and succeeded.

By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class.

The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach - waiting for a gift from the sea.

Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.

I feel we are all islands - in a common sea.

A simple enough pleasure, surely, to have breakfast alone with one's husband, but how seldom married people in the midst of life achieve it.

My passport photo is one of the most remarkable photographs I have ever seen- no retouching, no shadows, no flattery-just stark me.

When I cannot write a poem, I bake biscuits and feel just as pleased.

Don't wish me happiness - I don't expect to be happy it's gotten beyond that, somehow. Wish me courage and strength and a sense of humor - I will need them all.

While in England write or get wrought rotten rusted.

As life speeds up & the political becomes ever more personal democracy continues to foster change as fast as the movement of tectonic plates

I feel blessed. I never wanted to be an actor. It just happened all by chance and fate. I was studying to be a teacher.

What good fortune for those in power that people do not think.

Most writers write to say something about other people - and it doesn't last. Good writers write to find out about themselves - and it lasts forever.

The real spirit of Christmas lies in the life and mission of the Master.

Actors are cave dwellers in a rich darkness which they love and hate.

It's not fashionable but I like to spit out of the window of a moving train.

You want to be the last company in a category. Those are the ones that are really valuable.

Memories I had locked away have begun to break free, like shards of ice fracturing off an arctic shelf. In sleep, these broken floes drift toward the morning light of remembrance.