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It Is Hard To Hold On To Friendships When People Move Away To Another State Or To Another World.

I Don't Really Think It Comes As A Shock To Every Writer If Somebody In Their Family Is Mad At Them. Yes, It's Very Upsetting. But It's Inherent In The Process Of Trying To Make Sense Of One's Life, Which Is What I Think Is Perhaps At The Bottom Of Writing At All.

I Think That Certainly The Artists Of The '40s, '50s And '60s Were Fighting A Very Conformist Society, Which Didn't Give Them Enough Space To Live Or Create, And They Were Bucking All Kinds Of Spoken And Unspoken Rules.

A Person Who Has No Secrets Is A Liar. We Always Fold Ourselves Away From Others Just Enough To Preserve A Secret Or Two, Something That We Cannot Share Without Destroying Our Inner Landscape.

When I Grew Up, You Needed To Have Straight Hair. It's Symbolic Of Needing To Be Like Everyone Else, Needing To Look Like Everyone Else. And What That Meant Was Looking Like The Dominant Ruling Class In America.