. . . I started to realize how many great things could happen by confronting the things that scare you most.
Follow your heart, and you perish.
When I say work I only mean writing. Everything else is just odd jobs.
Will we ever reach a point when it is no longer necessary to say Them and Us? I believe we must reach that point, or perish.
In some families, please is described as the magic word. In our house, however, it was sorry.
It is my feeling that as we grow older we should become not less radical but more so. I do not, of course, mean this in any political-party sense, but rather in a willingness to struggle for those things in which we passionately believe. Social activism and the struggle for social justice are often thought of as the natural activities of the young but not of the middle-aged or the elderly. In fact, I don't think this was ever true.
If I hadn't had my children, I wouldn't have written more and better, I would have written less and worse.
I have certain moral parameters that I do not cross in writing; I don't write about adultery or kids having premarital sex.
I thought that I had no time for faith nor time to pray, then I saw an armless man saying his Rosary with his feet.
It was a relationship with occasional moments of beauty, but one that had never found it's balance.
The revolt against individualism naturally calls artists severely to account, because the artist is of all men the most individual; those who were not have been long forgotten.