Nature or nurture? A talent needs both.

Walk free from the long shadows cast by small people.

What I am interested in, what I write and care about, exists in the slow lane, somewhere between hand-ploughed fields and a pint of real ale.

Eyesight can be so blinding. We need to look beyond the face of things.

There’s no such thing as writer’s block, so long as you’ve had plenty of time to think about what you want to write.

The process of creation begins way before one starts writing.

I needed some space to lay myself out, so that I could decide which pieces I wanted to pick up.

Imagination is the real magic that exists in this world. Look inwards, to see outwards. And capture it in writing.

A consultant: someone brought in to build a one-handled wheelbarrow.

Sentiments, as I have found, can be harvested from places where our memories are fondest.

If we have faith, then we can see the beauty around us. If we don’t then we are just blind followers, not knowing why we are on the path.

I do detest the human race as a whole, but some groups are more deserving than others,

Don’t ask me to apologize for holding up a mirror. If you don’t like what it’s reflecting, take accountability and change it.

Asking for anything is allowed with the understanding that God's answers come from God's perspective. They are not always in harmony with our expectations for only He knows the whole story.

Whether history will judge this war to be different or not we cannot say. But this we can say with certainty: A government and a society that silences those who dissent is one that has lost its way.

Malcolm X finally became the person he was meant and raised to be. He fought against the forces of racism to return to that. Malcolm wanted to inspire other people to find their own strength.

We women. as glue for the family. lead lives that are important and conflicted. What we women choose to give up for our families is important and valid.

Ah, if he could only die temporarily!

Private practice and marriage - those twin extinguishers of science.

The Warrior listens to the words of certain thinkers.

Society is frivolous, and shreds its day into scraps, its conversation into ceremonies and escapes.