Friday, December 28, 2001

When asked what kept her writing for fifty years, May Sarton reflected:
What kept me going was, I think, that writing for me is a way of understanding what is happening to me, of thinking hard things out....Perhaps it is the need to remake order out of chaos over and over again. For art is order, but it is made out of the chaos of life.
(From At Seventy: A Journal, p. 105)

No comments: