I had been born shoved to the margins of the world, sure, but I had volunteered for the pits.
This is how sudden things happened that haunted forever.
When I started to be a writer, I was not going to run the risk of boring you.
I said shut up once already, with my mouth.
When I left Iowa, I definitely never wanted to stand in front of a group of academics again and see if they approved of me. I made up my mind to take my work to the actual reading public.
Long, dark, and lovely she had been, in those days before her mind broke and the parts scattered and she let them go.