Mend The Part Of The World That

Bone By Bone, Hair By Hair, Wild Woman Comes Back. Through Night Dreams, Through Events Half Understood And Half Remembered.

Creativity Is Not A Solitary Movement. That Is Its Power. Whatever Is Touched By It, Whoever Hears It, Sees It, Senses It, Knows It, It's Fed. That Is Why Beholding Someone Else's Creative Word, Images, Idea, Fills Us Up, And Inspires Us To Our Own Creative Work. A Single Creative Act Has The Potential To Feed A Continent. One Creative Act Can Cause A Torrent To Break Through Stone.

The Point Of Art Is Not Simply To Express Ourselves, But To Create An External, Concrete Form In Which The Soul Of Our Lives Can Be Evoked And Contained.

Be Wild; That Is How To Clear The River.

How Does One Know If She Has Forgiven? You Tend To Feel Sorrow Over The Circumstance Instead Of Rage, You Tend To Feel Sorry For The Person Rather Than Angry With Him. You Tend To Have Nothing Left To Say About It All.