Everything in life is writable.
Do I like to write? Why? About what? Will I give up and say, "Living and feeding a man's insatiable guts and begetting children occupies my whole life. Don't have time to write"?
I write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still
How can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl?
Love life day by day, color by color, touch by touch.
I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.