“I’ve learned one important lesson in my life, and I’m going to share it with you.”

On every shelf, we see ourselves, experience our collective conscious, describe our dreams and our great longing for times that have passed.

There’s nothing an artist needs more – even more than excellent tools and stamina – than a deadline.

I even love the smell of books.

For a woman, love is the highest dream.

They do not begin to describe me. They do not begin to express what is inside of me.

All the aspects of playwriting, scene-building, the architecture of dramatizing.

I never knew my grandmothers, but I could always count of the Bookmobile.

All the things I thought I was – simple and plain and sometime funny – are very small words.

Pomegranate Soup is glorious, daring and delightful.

Moments are history. If you have enough of them, they become a story.

People have often told me that one of their strongest childhood memories is the scent of their grandmother’s house.

I loved to read, still do, and it seemed that the writing was a result of the love of books and reading and libraries.

Maybe a first love exists to remind you to be brave in the moment, to stand up for your feelings, instead of shrinking back in the face of potential loneliness.

Sometimes there aren’t reasons behind the terrible things that go on.

I can only get up and do my chores and push through the day and find the good in it.

You have work anytime. But love? Not always.

Action over worry. Action over fear. Action over anxiety!

No one but myself knows the anxiety I go through and the trouble I give myself to finish paintings which do not satisfy me and seem to please so very few others.

So long as we believe in our heart of hearts that our capacity is limited and we grow anxious and unhappy, we are lacking in faith. One who truly trusts in God has no right to be anxious about anything.

When I was younger and did a stand-up gig, it would take me two weeks to recover. Sometimes I’d get so panicked that I would stutter.

Which of these statements creates more anxiety in you: ‘There is no God’ or ‘There is no money’?

The best use of imagination is creativity. The worst use of imagination is anxiety.

Caution! This vehicle stops quite frequently when overwhelmed.

The search for Nirvana, like the search for Utopia or the end of history or the classless society, is ultimately a futile and dangerous one. It involves, if it does not necessitate, the sleep of reason. There is no escape from anxiety and struggle.