... stop trying to get me to write about 'decent courageous people' -- read the Ladies' Home Journal for those! ... I believe in going through and facing the worst, not hiding from it.

After all, we are nothing more or less than we choose to reveal.

I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss? Shall I ever find it, whatever it is?

I must not be selfless: develop a sense of self. A solidness that can't be attacked.

I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig-tree.

Ever since I was small I loved feeling somebody comb my hair. It made me go all sleepy & peaceful.

I think writers are the most narcissistic people. Well, I musn't say this, I like many of them, a great many of my friends are writers.