What we forgot as children is that our parents are children, also. The child in them has not been satisfied or met or loved, often.
jealousy is the direct result of self-betrayal.
I have always espoused chastity except when one can no longer resist the temptation.
Writers are always anxious, always on the run--from the telephone, from responsibilities, from the distractions of the world.
What matters is the imaginative truth.
Books everywhere. On the shelves and on the small space above the rows of books and all along the floor and under chairs, books that I have read, books that I have not read.