The words! I collected them in all shapes and sizes and hung them like bangles in my mind.
What I have written-and how I came to write it-is most powerfully what I am.
When anything gets freed, a zest goes round the world.
But memory, after a time, dispenses its own emphasis, making a feuilleton of what we once thought most ponderable, laying its wreath on what we never thought to recall.
Women can't travel light. We're in charge of the basic facts.
I get up and I have coffee and I speak to no man and I go to my desk.