I Compromised My Ability To

Long After Salinger Sent Me Away, I Continued To Believe His Standards And Expectations Were The Best Ones.

The Painter Who Feels Obligated To Depict His Subjects As Uniformly Beautiful Or Handsome And Without Flaws Will Fall Short Of Making Art.

She Felt Everything Too Deeply, It Was Like The World Was Too Much For Her.

[on Home Births:] In A House Where There Had Been Three People, There Were Now Four, Although No One Had Come In The Door.

It Troubles Me That People Speak About Writing For Money As Ugly And Distasteful.