I don't like quintessential certitude.

I have lost faith in universal panaceas - work is the one thing in which I really believe.

It is almost impossible for the poetess, once laurelled, to take off the crown for good or to reject values and taste of those who tender it.

I hope that one or two immortal lyrics will come out of all this tumbling around.

I don't like quintessential certitude.

The fact, and the intuition or logic about the fact, are severe coordinates in fiction. In the short story they must cross with hair-line precision.

What we suffer, what we endure, what we muff, what we kill, what we miss, what we are guilty of, is done by us, as individuals, in private.