I was stirred only like a leaf in the wind, that is all. . .
We are never trapped unless we choose to be.
Secrets. Need to disguise. The novel was born of this.
Experience teaches acceptance of the imperfect as life.
I know why families were created with all their imperfections. They humanize you. They are made to make you forget yourself occasionally, so that the beautiful balance of life is not destroyed.
I really believe that if I were not a writer, not a creator, not an experimenter, I might have been a very faithful wife. I think highly of faithfulness. But my temperament belongs to the writer, not to the woman