A small step in a good direction.

You have five seconds to enjoy it and then you remember who you didn't thank.

But the truth is I wanted to have my daughter for so long. It's not the kind of thing you can visit, motherhood. Especially in the early years. Now she's eight, and I'm still not going to go anywhere.

I think I'm a weird combination of deeply introverted and very daring. I can feel both those things working.

Oh, write of me, not Died in bitter pains, but Emigrated to another star!

The lands are lit with all the autumn blaze of golden-rod, and everywhere the purple asters nod and bend and wave and flit.

As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough – I wrote faster than I would write a letter – two thousand to three thousand words in a morning, and I cannot help it.