I said: I must remember this, being small.
I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss? Shall I ever find it, whatever it is?
There is no life higher than the grasstops
Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing & love me for my writing. It is also much more: a way of ordering and reordering the chaos of experience.
I'm happier writing about doctors than I would have been being one.
It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water.