I'm reading Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg. All of it is great, but this...this is breathtaking:
The deepest secret in our heart of hearts is that we are writing because we love the world, and why not carry that secret out with our bodies into the living rooms and porches, backyards and grocery stores? Let the whole thing flower: the poem and the person writing the poem. And let us always be kind in this world.