what storyteller is adequate to her story? The story carries us along, bottles on the tide, each with our secret mesage and the fervent hope that it does not turn out to be blank.

O what is it about having one's own Babe upon one's Hip that makes a Woman wish to go home to her Mother? A Desire to say: 'Look, the Circle is compleat'? A Desire to say: 'Look, I have cross'd the Divide and now am more like you'? A Desire to say: 'Look, this Babe I offer you is my most precious Gift'?

Without the gods, how would I sing?' I asked. With your own voice,' he said.

We all parent the best we can. Being human, we're ambivalent. We want perfection for our babies, but we also need sleep.

As a past president of the Writers Guild, I think women shouldn't write for free. Maybe you have to do it for a time, to make a reputation, but I think the idea of giving your work away is the beginning of authors not being able to make a living.

I want you. I want you. I want you. Anything to avoid saying: I love you.

We all have fantasies about sex that are more perfect than anything in reality.