in writing, sex doesn't matter; it's the writing that matters.
Censorship may have to do with literature; but literature has nothing whatever to do with censorship.
If you live in Europe . . . things change . . . but continuity never seems to break. You don't have to throw the past away.
Keenness of hearing revives when one is alone.
People give one another things that can't be gift wrapped.
The solitude of writing is also quite frightening. It's quite close to madness, one just disappears for a day and loses touch.