Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.
Metaphors of unity and integration take us only so far, because they are derived from the finiteness of the human mind.
Literature as a whole is not an aggregate of exhibits with red and blue ribbons attached to them, like a cat-show, but the range of articulate human imagination as it extends from the height of imaginative heaven to the depth of imaginative hell.
The most technologically efficient machine that man has ever invented is the book.
The fact that creative powers come from an area of the mind that seems to be independent of the conscious will, and often emerge with a good deal of emotional disturbance in their wake, provides the chief analogy between prophecy and the arts. . . Some people pursue wholeness and integration, others get smashed up, and fragments are rescued from the smash of an intensity that the wholeness and integration people do not reach.
Real unity tolerates dissent and rejoices in variety of outlook and tradition, recognizes that it is man's destiny to unite and not divide, and understands that creating proletariats and scapegoats and second-class citizens is a mean and contemptible activity.
This story of loss and regaining of identity is, I think, the framework of all literature.
I've found when all I'm eating is really fresh, healthy foods, I stop craving pizza and burgers.
God's treasury where He keeps His children's gifts will be like many a mother's store of relics of her children, full of things of no value to others, but precious in His eyes for the love's sake that was in them.
I have a sense of greatness, which comes from feeling that I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing on the planet - empowering people, especially women.
We grow the aspects of our lives that we feed - with energy and engagement - and choke off those we deprive of fuel. Your life is what you agree to attend to.