I always start tours with a great deal of anticipation.
Our correspondences have wings - paper birds that fly from my house to yours - flocks of ideas crisscrossing the country. Once opened, a connection is made. We are not alone in the world.
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.
Neutrality is no favorite with Providence, for we are so formed that it is scarcely possible for us to stand neuter in our hearts, although we may deem it prudent to appear so in our actions
The future, and the future alone, is the home of explanation.
I didn't want to be a former child actor for the rest of my life, although in some ways I suppose I am. I am going to be that.
Look at Garry Kasparov. After he loses, invariably he wins the next game. He just kills the next guy. That's something that we have to learn to be able to do