Solitude is one thing and loneliness is another.

“How does one grow up?” I asked a friend the other day. There was a slight pause; then she answered, “By thinking.”

Women's work is always toward wholeness.

It feels a long way up and down from zero.

in the very long run any success devours - and perhaps also corrupts.

At any moment solitude may put on the face of loneliness.

This suspension of one's own reality, this being entirely alone in a strange city (at times I wondered if I had lost the power of speech) is an enriching state for a writer. Then the written word ... takes on an intensity of its own. Nothing gets exteriorized or dissipated; all is concentrated within.