How has anyone ever understood anyone, except through love, which is wordless?

There is no real escape from autobiography into biography. The self has to be faced, or we die.

guilt to motherhood is like grapes to wine

Style is what's there when you look at someone's writing and you know that they wrote it and nobody else did.

I know that I'm a real writer because sometimes I write a story just because I want to; not because someone's told me to.

How has anyone ever understood anyone, except through love, which is wordless?

As it has turned out, the whole relationship between men, women and children has tilted, to the disadvantage of women.