What I Have Come To Believe Is

When My Husband Died, People Kept Telling Me Not To Cry. People Kept Trying To Help Me To Forget. But I Didn't Want To Forget. [...] So I Realize, That If It's Hard For Me, How Much Harder It Must Be For You.

It Seems To Me That There Are Two Great Enemies Of Peace - Fear And Selfishness.

The Difference Between Writing A Story And Simply Relating Past Events Is That A Story, In Order To Be Acceptable, Must Have Shape And Meaning. It Is The Old Idea That Art Is The Bringing Of Order Out Of Chaos.

A Novel Is Not Born Of A Single Idea. The Stories I've Tried To Write From One Idea, No Matter How Terrific An Idea, Have Sputtered Out And Died By Chapter Three. For Me, Novels Have Invariably Come From A Complex Of Ideas That In The Beginning Seemed To Bear No Relation To Each Other, But In The Unconscious Began Mysteriously To Merge And Grow. Ideas For A Novel Are Like The Strong Guy Lines Of A Spider Web. Without Them The Silken Web Cannot Be Spun.

It's Like The Smarter You Are, The More Things Can Scare You.