I have a dreadful fear that the more you try to prevent revealing the self the more you do.
Where would we be without inhibitions? Theyre quite useful things when you look at some of the things humans do if they lose them.
I am a creature of my pen. My pen is the best of me.
…my Solitude is my Treasure, the best thing I have.
I'd like to write the way Matisse paints.
You did not so much mind being -conventionally- betrayed, if you were not kept in the dark, which was humiliating, or defined only as a wife and dependent person, which was annihilating.