It is only through having a stable loving partnership that I began to feel in control enough to attempt a strict writing discipline, to realize something I always knew was simmering underneath.

People are more concerned about the economy then these ridiculous concerns as to gender inequity in society, as manifested in marriages, in the mental health system, and then in literature.

On the whole, most biographies about literary women tend to diagnose them.

I am worthy of being read. I mean, one has to be convinced of one's genius.

I don't think men experience the embargo on channeling the autobiography in their literature.

She smoked because she craved something to do with her hands, that delicate interplay of light and cup and first inhale. Craved the repetition of it. It was so difficult sometimes to be still in a room, alone with oneself. To bare oneself to the lonely.

I do think that memoirs by women are reviewed differently and considered somewhat outside of the canon.