Writing As A Woman Presents Enormous Problems

I Wonder, When A Writer's Blocked And Doesn't Have Any Resources To Pull Himself Out Of It, Why Doesn't He Jump In His Car And Drive Around The U.s.a.? I Went Last Winter For Seven Thousand Miles And It Was Lovely. Inexpensive, Too.

Perhaps When We Die Our Names Are Takenfrom Us By A Divine Magnet And Are Freeto Flutter Here And There Within The Bodies Of Birds.i'll Be A Simple Crowwho Can Reach The Top Of Antelope Butte.(from: Hard Times)

I'd Rather Get A Brain Tumor Than Go Back To Teaching.

When We Were Children We Were Errant Enough To Wish To Be Birds For The Day But There's Nothing Easier To Lose Than Playfulness.

We Americans Are Trained To Think Big, Talk Big, Act Big, Love Big, Admire Bigness But Then The Essential Mystery Is In The Small.