The women's movement was coming, but I didn't know it in 1956-1957, when I began to write.

My mother went to demonstrations. I remember her going to a big demonstration for Earl Brower and she came home crying and said the Communists were very mean and booed their people. I remember feeling sad at her feeling sad.

I did write a number of reports on my political experiences, but there were many omissions, and I feel bad about that because it was work that was interesting and had I written more about it, it could have been useful.

Sometimes you find that what is most personal is also what connects you most strongly with others.

The wrong word is like a lie jammed inside the story.

Every time you finish something ... you figure you've finally learned to write, right? Then you start something else and it turns out you haven't. You have learned how to write that story, or that book, but you haven't learned how to write the next one.

The word career is a divisive word. It's a word that divides the normal life from business or professional life.