All artists need a room of their own
Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing.
It is the duty of the writer to describe.
There is no doubt in my mind, that I have found out how to begin (at 40) to say something in my own voice.
For there is a virtue in truth; it has an almost mystic power. Like radium, it seems to give off forever and ever grains of energy, atoms of light.
The extraordinary woman depends on the ordinary woman.