When I wrote 'The Secret Life of Bees,' I was writing about civil rights. — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
Writing in the voice of an American slave felt like I was biting off something very large. — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
Reading was a huge part of my life as a child - we were a family of storytellers. — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
I sit in my new room and write everything down. My heart never stops talking. — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
I write in a journal occasionally. But it is not a daily discipline for me. — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
A lot of time you write out of some unconscious place. I try to trust what is coming and where it wants… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
I have an affinity for writing in the first person. I love the intimacy of being dropped inside the character. — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
I was a very good nurse, but I burned out after eight years or so because it wasn't what I truly wanted… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
There are so many different things out there trying to hook our attention, we writers have to be very selective and make… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
I think many people need, even require, a narrative version of their life. I seem to be one of them. Writing memoir… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
It's always been my hope that I would write a story that would inspire and would connect with people in a way… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
For me, writing a novel goes on for years, and the solitude goes on, too. It tends to swallow me at times.… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“I wonder if that's the perennial story of writers: you find the true light, you lose the true light, you find it… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
We have to learn not to feel guilty about letting our imagination browse around, and you know, in writing fiction particularly. But… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
I never know how to give advice to a writer because there's so much you could say, and it's hard to translate… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
There's a gap somehow between empathy and activism. Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. spoke of 'soul force' - something that emanates… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
I'll write this all down for you," I said. "I'll put it in a story." I don't know if that's what he… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
I got my Bachelor's degree in nursing and worked nine years - even taught nursing in a college - before I stopped… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
I had begun to write novels because of a fierce, self-serving impulse in my own heart. I had not considered the potential… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
Every writer has their rituals. For me, it's morning walks along the beach. And then, in my study I have a huge… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
I sometimes start keeping a journal about the writing process itself. Particularly when I get the ideas, and I am trying to… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
Finally, I began to write about becoming an older woman and the trepidation it stirred. The small, telling "betrayals" of my body.… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“I now understand that writing fiction was a seed planted in my soul, though I would not be ready to grow that… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
Stories have to be told or they die, and when they die, we can't remember who we are or why we're here. — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
I've always been a journal-keeper. I've always tried to write about how I'm experiencing life, and my feelings and thoughts. — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
Have you ever written a letter you knew you could never mail but you needed to write it anyway? — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
In recent years my understanding of God had evolved into increasingly remote abstractions. I'd come to think of God in terms like Divine Reality,… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share
we need not avoid our active lives, but simply bring to them a new vision and shift of gravity. for in the center we… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share
“The mermaids came to me finally, in the pink hours of my life. They are my consolation. For them I dove with arms outstretched,… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share
“The bag contained a pair of white cotton gloves stained the color of age.” — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share
I eventually found that the soul is more than an immortal commodity to win and save. It is the repository of the inner divine,… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share
“Readiness for dying arrives by attending the smallest moment and finding the eternal inside of it.” — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share
“I sat at her desk and turned one page after another, staring at what looked like bits and pieces of black lace laid cross… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share
The translucence that comes when life hardens into a bead of such cruel perfection you see it with the purest clarity. Everything suddenly there--life… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share
“afflicted with the worst female curse on earth, the need to mold myself to expectations.” — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share
“Her forbidden bath all those months ago still hung leaden between us, though Handful didn't seem the least bit ashamed by my discovery of… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share
“Why should God’s perfection be based on having an unchanging nature?” I asked. “Isn’t flexibility more perfect than stasis?” — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share
