I Look Forward And See

It Takes A Spasm Of Love To Write A Poem.

You Can't Be Creative And Still Be A Good Girl.

What A Damnably Lonely Profession Writing Is! In Order To Do It, One Must Banish The World, And Having Banished It, One Feels Cosmically Alone.

How Could One Create Life With Someone Who Represented Death?

People Always Think That History Proceeds In A Straight Line. It Doesn't. Social Attitudes Don't Change In A Straight Line. There's Always A Backlash Against Progressive Ideas.