Every single day I give thanks for the multiple kinds of serendipity that gave me my career. 

For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin

I began this blog in 2012 at the request of an editor.  She wanted me to write about my just-published novel in verse, Little Dog Lost.

The genius for happiness is still so rare, is indeed on the whole the rarest genius

Love the animals, love the plants, love everything

Your opponent, in the end, is never really the player on the other side of the net

The moment I have defined another being as my enemy, I lose part of myself, the complexity and subtlety of my vision.

I don’t believe that life is supposed to make you feel good

I can be angry. I can hate. I can rage.

The extravagant gesture is the very stuff of creation.

Since a love of life may ultimately be all that we have

I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates

And did you get what you wanted from this life

There is a tendency for living things to join up

Danger has been a part of my life ever since I picked up a pen and wrote.

Every totalitarian regime is frightened of the artist.

You need not leave your room.

The important thing is not to think much but to love

In creating a situation in which they could nurture and rear infants safely

Believe it or not, after fifty years as a fiction writer, I’ve been asking myself that question lately.  Where, indeed, do stories come from?  And that question is immediately followed by another, “Where do I find my next one?”