If I hadn't had my children, I wouldn't have written more and better, I would have written less and worse.
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.
Pride was my wilderness, and the demon that led me there was fear.
When I say work I only mean writing. Everything else is just odd jobs.
Bless me or not, Lord, just as You please, for I'll not beg.
I am rampant with memory.