History, Writing, Infect After A Time A

Never Stop Paying Attention To Things. Never Make Your Mind Up Finally. Do Not Hold Beliefs.

I'd Like To Write The Way Matisse Paints.

Outside Our Small Safe Place Flies Mystery.

I Hated Being A Novelist When I Was 20 - I Had Nothing To Write About.

…words Have Been All My Life, All My Life--this Need Is Like The Spider's Need Who Carries Before Her A Huge Burden Of Silk Which She Must Spin Out--the Silk Is Her Life, Her Home, Her Safety--her Food And Drink Too--and If It Is Attacked Or Pulled Down, Why, What Can She Do But Make More, Spin Afresh, Design Anew….