Where I Was Raised A Woman's Word

Every Once In A While I Feel The Tremendous Force Of The Novel. But It Does Not Stay With Me.

I Arise Full Of Eagerness And Energy, Knowing Well What Achievement Lies Ahead Of Me.

Jealously Was An Unjust And Stifling Thing.

Writing Was Like Digging Coal. I Sweat Blood. The Spell Is On Me.

Love Of Man For Woman--love Of Woman For Man. That's The Nature, The Meaning, The Best Of Life Itself.