My muse is very often, in my mind, a nagger. She nags me.

[My muse] she's impatient with me, because I don't do what I should do: sit down and write.

My brothers were my peers, but they were not the preeminent male figures in my emotional life.

In the same way, the people whom I most abhor, I abhor them for elements that I abhor in myself.

Now that I'm more middle class, I have access to consumer goods. I do enjoy feminine frippery, feminine doo-da, stuff like that.

I was not - even the notion of "could not" seems to suggest a moment of recognition, but it was such a repressed dimension - I was not able to NOT wear a shirt like my brothers could. My brothers would, in the heat, run around shirtless, and I wouldn't do that, obviously.

I don't know where to place my body. Everyone notices that about me. I'm very restless.