When I was a ten-year old bookworm and used to kiss the dust jacket pictures of authors as if they were icons, it used to amaze me that these remote people could provoke me to love.

I don't necessarily read everything. I read what I need to read to inspire the book I'm trying to finish.

Writers are doubters, compulsives, self-flagellants. The torture only stops for brief moments.

Isn't that the problem? That women have been swindled for centuries into substituting adornment for love, fashion (as it were) for passion?

I started with poetry because it was direct, immediate, and short. It was the ecstasy of striking matches in the dark.

Perhaps every generation thinks of itself as a lost generation and perhaps every generation is right.

In a world not made for women, criticism and ridicule follow us all the days of our lives. Usually they are indications that we are doing something right.