Compared to men writers of like distinction and years of life, few women writers have had lives of unbroken productivity, or leave behind a 'body of work.' Early beginnings, then silence; or clogged late ones (foreground silences); long periods between books (hidden silences); characterize most of us.

I know that I haven’t powers enough to divide myself into one who earns and one who creates.

Not to have an audience is a kind of death.

And when is there time to remember, to sift, to weigh, to estimate, to total?

That's what I want to be when I grow up, just a peaceful wreck holding hands with other peaceful wrecks.

It is distraction, not meditation, that becomes habitual; interruption, not continuity; spasmodic, not constant toil.

Better immersion than to live untouched.