I'd like to write the way Matisse paints.

I worry about anthropomorphism as a form of self-deception. (The Christian religion is an anthropomorphic account of the universe.)

Outside our small safe place flies mystery.

…my Solitude is my Treasure, the best thing I have.

I do not want to be a relative and passive being, anywhere. I want to live and love and write.

Independent women must expect more of themselves, since neither men nor other more conventionally domesticated women will hope for anything, or expect any result other than utter failure.

I don't understand why, in my work, writing is always so dangerous. It's very destructive. People who write books are destroyers.