It's hard to do fiction and nonfiction simultaneously.

I was surprised by my daughter's generation and how they were rebelling against the '70s idea that sex was perfect and it should be sought.

Though my friends envied me because I always seemed so cheerful and confident, I was secretly terrified of practically everything.

Once I worshipped Keats for dying young. Now I think it's braver to die old.

I see the whole episode in my memory as if it were a very crisply photographed black and white movie. Directed by Bergman perhaps.We are playing ourselves in the movie version. If only we could escape from always having to play ourselves !

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.

Keeping a journal implies hope.