Say the truth even if it may be bitter.
I write to create red in a world that often appears black and white.
To be whole. To be complete. Wildness reminds us what it means to be human, what we are connected to rather than what we are separate from.
There is an art to writing, and it is not always disclosure. The act itself can be beautiful, revelatory, and private.
Not everything is meant for all to hear.
Whatever artistry may occur within the manuscript, the magic happens for me in the last draft. Whatever I have been resistant to say must finally be said. In the end, I see where my pencil has been leading me.
There is something very sensual about a letter. The physical contact of pen to paper, the time set aside to focus thoughts, the folding of the paper into the envelope, licking it closed, addressing it, a chosen stamp, and then the release of the letter to the mailbox - are all acts of tenderness.
A riot is the language of the unheard. On blacks in America; address at Birmingham AL
The universities will ask for money back so they can put their name on the side of a building without fully educating athletes.
When Medusa looks in the mirror, she sees the Lady of Sorrows.
Life is love and love is life.