I Have Never Written A Book That

For A Long Time Now, Every Meeting With Another Human Being Has Been The Reverberations After Even The Simplest Conversation. But The Deep Collision Is And Has Been With My Unregenerate, Tormenting And Tormented Self...i Am Unable To Become What I See. I Feel Like An Inadequate Machine, A Machine That Breaks Down At Crucial Moments, Grinds To A Dreadful Halt, "won't Go".

It Looks As If I Were Meant To Be Alone, And That Any Hope Of Happiness Is Not Meant. Am I Too Old To Acquire The Knack For Happiness?

Anyone Who Is Going To Be A Writer Knows Enough At Fifteen To Write Several Novels.

Women's Work Is Always Toward Wholeness.

I Have Never Written A Book That Was Not Born Out Of A Question I Needed To Answer For Myself.