I am thinking of the onion again. . . . Not self-righteous like the proletarian potato, nor a siren like the apple. No show-off like the banana. But a modest, self-effacing vegetable, questioning, introspective, peeling itself away, or merely radiating halos like ripples.
Erica JongWriters are doubters, compulsives, self-flagellants. The torture only stops for brief moments.
Erica Jong