Every living thing, even a plant that I accept into my home, is capable of the unexpected. It has its own integrity in which it needs to be respected. (That I do not respect it shows my lack of reverence for life--in a plant, in a poem, in an idea, even in myself for the life within me that moves me.) An idea can help me only if I accept it into myself and give it room. I need to watch and not be hasty. Some plants require direct sunlight, some do best in diffused light, some need to be kept moist, some to dry out.
— Carla Needleman, The Work of Craft