BiographyType: Writer Born: November 29, 1918 Died: September 6, 2007 (aged 88) Madeleine was born on November 29th, 1918, and spent her formative years in New York City. Instead of her school work, she found that she would much rather be writing stories, poems and journals for herself, which was reflected in her grades (not the best). However, she was not discouraged. |
It takes too much energy to be against something unless it's really important.
You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.
It's not my brain that's writing the book, it's these hands of mine.
I'm apt to get drunk on words...Ontology: the word about the essence of things; the word about being.
Story always tells us more than the mere words, and that is why we love to write it, and to read it.
Stories make us more alive, more human, more courageous, more loving.
Truth is what is true, and it's not necessarily factual. Truth and fact are not the same thing. Truth does not contradict or deny facts, but it goes through and beyond facts. This is something that it is very difficult for some people to understand. Truth can be dangerous.
But my memories are like a fire in winter - whenever I'm cold I can warm my hands at them.
- Ditta
Love of music, of sunsets and sea; a liking for the same kind of people; political opinions that are not radically divergent; a similar stance as we look at the stars and think of the marvelous strangeness of the universe - these are what build a marriage. And it is never to be taken for granted.
We do learn and develop when we are exposed to those who are greater than we are. Perhaps this is the chief way we mature.
When I start a new seminar I tell my students that I will undoubtedly contradict myself, and that I will mean both things. But an acceptance of contradiction is no excuse for fuzzy thinking. We do have to use our minds as far as they will take us, yet acknowledge that they cannot take us all the way.