Grief Is In Two Parts. The First

Self-pity Is Never Useful. It Tends To Distort Like A Fun-house Mirror.

I Have Always Been Fascinated By The Human Mind, Conscious And Unconscious - That Is What Writing And Reading Is About, Too. The Why Of Your Life And The Why Of Your Choices And The What Has Happened That You Know And The What That You Don't Know Is Really Riveting, And Psychoanalysts Share My Wonder At How It All Unfolds.

Our Mythology Tells Us So Much About Fathers And Sons. ... What Do We Know About Mothers And Daughters? ... Our Power Is So Oblique, So Hidden, So Ethereal A Matter, That We Rarely Struggle With Our Daughters Over Actual Kingdoms Or Corporate Shares. On The Other Hand, Our Attractiveness Dries As Theirs Blooms, Our Journey Shortens Just As Theirs Begins. We Too Must Be Afraid And Awed And Amazed That We Cannot Live Forever And That Our Replacements Are Eager For Their Turn, Indifferent To Our Wishes, Ready To Leave Us Behind.

You Need Your Freedom. You Need To Be Able To Do What You Want To Do As A Journalist, As A Person Who's Speaking For Other Women As You Speak For Yourself, And You Make A Choice. You Have To Be Tough Enough To Take The Consequences Of That Choice.

I Feel That The World Needs Writers. We Need To Know What's Really Going On.