...whom He Had Saved From A Life

When Women Age Into Their Power, No Wind Can Upset Them, No Hand Turn Aside Their Knowledge, No Fact Can Deflect Their Point Of View.

I Feel Myself Becoming Less A Person Than A Place, Inhabited, A Foreign Land.

I Tried Out The Unfamiliar Syllables. They Fit. They Cracked In My Ears Like A Fist Through Ice.

We All Got Holes In Our Lives. Nobody Dies In A Perfect Garment.

You Really Need To Approach Each Book As If You Have Been A Failure. . . . If You Start To Believe Your Flap-copy, You're Finished As A Writer.