Why can't people be both flexible and efficient?

Lord knows what incommunicable small terrors infants go through, unknown to all. We disregard them, we say they forget, because they have not the words to make us remember. ... By the time they learn to speak they have forgotten the details of their complaints, and so we never know. They forget so quickly, we say, because we cannot contemplate the fact that they never forget.

If I knew what the meanings of my books were, I wouldn't have bothered to write them.

You have to be careful what you imagine, because the act of imagining is the act of encouraging yourself to be a certain kind of person.

Why can't people be both flexible and efficient?

Family life itself, that safest, most traditional, most approved of female choices, is not a sanctuary: It is, perpetually, a dangerous place.

I need words and print... I need print like an addict. I could live without it, perhaps. But I hope I never have to try.