Just when I most needed important conversation, a sniff of the man-wide world, that is, at least one brainy companion who could translate my friendly language into his tongue of undying carnal love, I was forced to lounge in our neighborhood park, surrounded by children.

I lived in a house in the East Bronx, a totally Jewish neighborhood on East 172nd Street. You didn't see Christians much, although one lived next door. We thought they were kind of a minority.

Let us go forth with fear and courage and rage to save the world.

No metaphor reinvents the job of the nurture of children except to muddy or mock.

I begin by writing paragraphs that don’t have an immediate relation to a plot. The sound of the story comes first.

Most of the Womens Libbers I knew really didnt want to have a piece of the mens pie. They thought that pie was kind of poisonous, toxic, really full of weapons, poison gases, all kinds of mean junk we didnt even want a slice of.

I read a lot. I liked a tremendous number of poets and writers. The person whose work I liked the most was Joyce.