I don't have a love life. I have a like life.

We had put almost all of our possessions in storage, which was a metaphor for being twenty, as were so many things.

But that inadequacy, or feeling of inadequacy, never really goes away. You just have to trudge ahead in the rain, regardless.

A novel is a daily labor over a period of years. A novel is a job. But a story can be like a mad, lovely visitor, with whom you spend a rather exciting weekend.

No matter what terror the earth could produce - winds, seas - a person could produce the same, lived with the same, lived with all that mixed-up nature swirling inside, every bit. There was nothing as complex in the world - no flower or stone - as a single hello from a human being.

It was part of being a girl in the '60s that you were creative.

This is what happened in love. One of you cried a lot and then both of you grew sarcastic.