Bless me or not, Lord, just as You please, for I'll not beg.

Pride was my wilderness, and the demon that led me there was fear.

In some families, please is described as the magic word. In our house, however, it was sorry.

Bless me or not, Lord, just as You please, for I'll not beg.

I've never been able to force a novel. I always had the sense something being given to me. You can't sit around and wait until inspiration strikes, but neither can you force into being something that isn't there.

Women, as well as men, in all ages and in all places, have danced on the earth, danced the life dance, danced joy, danced grief, danced despair, and danced hope. Literally and metaphorically, by their very lives.

I can't change what's happened to me in my life, or make what's not occurred take place. But I can't say I like it, or accept it, or believe it's for the best. I don't and never shall, not even if I'm damned for it.