I Hate Desks; They Make Me Feel

I Got In The Habit Of Giving Away A Book As Soon As I've Finished It Because I Lived In A Housing Co-op At Cambridge And Had No Space To Keep Books.

In The Publishing World, Most Editors Are Probably Women. So I Don't See The Publishing World As A Male-dominated One, Especially Within Fiction.

I Am Clumsy, A Late And Nervous Driver, And Despise All Sports Except A Little Gentle Dancing Or Yoga.

We're Standing On The Deck That's All Wooden Like The Deck Of A Ship. There's Fuzz On It, Little Bundles. Grandma Says It's Some Kind Of Pollen From A Tree. "which One?" I'm Staring Up At All The Differents. "can't Help You There, I'm Afraid." In Room We Knowed What Everything Was Called But In The World There's So Much, Persons Don't Even Know The Names.

Once I Spent A Whole Day There, A Blade Of Grass In Each Hand To Anchor Me To The Warm Earth. I Watched The Sun Rise, Pass Over My Head And Set. Ladybirds Mated On My Knuckle; A Shrew Nibbled A Hole In My Stocking While I Tried Not To Laugh. Such A Day Was Worth Any Punishment.