Conversion for me was not a Damascus Road experience. I slowly moved into an intellectual acceptance of what my intuition had always known.

Don't try to comprehend with your mind. Your minds are very limited. Use your intuition.

Her hands were broad and strong; the true pianist's sledgehammer hands, they had been called. They still moved to her bidding…. No matter to what she likened them-turnips, carrots-they were still as nimble as ever. The notes came clear and true.

I like the fact that in ancient Chinese art the great painters always included a deliberate flaw in their work: human creation is never perfect.

With each book I write, I become more and more convinced that the books have a life of their own, quite apart from me.

A book comes and says, 'Write me.' My job is to try to serve it to the best of my ability, which is never good enough, but all I can do is listen to it, do what it tells me and collaborate.