Impossible not to imagine the dead observing us. Our love for them a soft, shimmering gossamar that trails behind us.

Without craft, art remains private. Without art, craft is merely hackwork.

A lot of widows feel that they have betrayed their spouse by continuing to live. It's deranged thinking. I know that, but that doesn't stop you feeling it.

I am the presence standing here at this juncture of Time & Space- who else?

while there are 'women writers' there are not, and have never been, 'men writers.' This is an empty category, a class without specimens; for the noun 'writer' - the very verb 'writing' - always implies masculinity.

For madness must be punished in a world in which mere sanity is prized. The revenge of the ordinary upon the gifted.

The American dream is a multi-metaphor made up of distinct regions. Many regions of this country are almost like different countries. Even in one state, northern and southern California are like two separate countries.