I Read Eve Ensler And Thought It

Life Is Not Orderly. No Matter How We Try To Make Life So, Right In The Middle Of It We Die, Lose A Leg, Fall In Love, Drop A Jar Of Applesauce. In Summer, We Work Hard To Make A Tidy Garden, Bordered By Pansies With Rows Or Clumps Of Columbine, Petunias, Bleeding Hearts. Then We Find Ourselves Longing For The Forest, Where Everything Has The Appearance Of Disorder; Yet We Feel Peaceful There.

This Is Your Life. You Are Responsible For It. You Will Not Live Forever. Don't Wait.

In A Way, The Cancer Became An Ally Because It Stopped Me From Running Around So Much. I Was Able To Settle Down And Write Things I Hadn't Had A Chance To Before.

Writers End Up Writing About Their Obsessions. Things That Haunt Them; Things They Can’t Forget; Stories They Carry In Their Bodies Waiting To Be Released.

Life Is Not Orderly. No Matter How We Try To Make It So, Right In The Middle Of It We Die, Lose A Leg, Fall In Love, Or Drop A Jar Of Applesauce.