I had, of course, no model for that sort of woman being married, but I can make that up as I go along.

When I was starting out, I did not do short fiction well, because I kept wanting to write books.

I can become very emotional about math, although I'm not that good at it.

Empress of the Universe would be way too much work. I'd have to wear fancy clothes, probably including lady shoes with pointed toes, and could no longer slouch into the study in PJs and slippers. Someone would (avert!) straighten my desk. Someone would reorganize my yarn stash...in fact, they'd assign someone else to knit my socks, thus depriving me of an excuse to rest my brain while pretending to accomplish something useful.

Everything in my life that I value has been gained at the cost of not saying what I really think and saying what they want me to say.

Normal' is a dryer setting.

In a novel, I could submerge my ego in a characters and let his perceptions take over.