“Only as long as the burning lasts.”
“But while you muse the fire burns; you must give up musing.”
“Are you serious?” she asked, troubled.
“No, dear. Give everything that is in you. That is what it is in you for.”
“I know that,” she answered, confidently. “In almost all your sermons I find a thought to make a story of.”
“You illustrate me. I am the author; you are the artist.”
“Then how can I go away and keep house for Don?”
“You mercenary creature, you want to make money out of me.”
“When I was a little girl and thought of writing stories I wanted to earn money; now I only think of the joy of writing things down.”
“That is creating—like the joy of the Lord. May it last forever—like his joy.”