Gaston Bachelard

The subconscious is ceaselessly murmuring, and it is by listening to these murmurs that one hears the truth.

A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.

Ideas are refined and multiplied in the commerce of minds. In their splendor, images effect a very simple communion of souls.

After ten years of word processing, I can't even do hand writing anymore.

But I will say that living in Ireland has changed the cadence and fullness of speech, since the Irish love words and use as many of them in a sentence as possible.

I've always been very determined, ever since I was a little girl, to make my way.