[Requesting her epitaph to read this way:] Excuse my dust.
But I don't give up; I forget why not.
The writer's way is rough and lonely, and who would choose it while there are vacancies in more gracious professions, such as, say, cleaning out ferryboats?
Art is a form of catharsis emotional release, purging, cleansing, purifying.
Never throw mud: you can miss the target, but your hands will remain dirty.
[At the reception following her remarriage to Alan Campbell:] People who haven't talked to each other in years are on speaking terms again today - including the bride and groom.