If Love Is What Is

Divorce Also Entails The Beginning Of A Supposition That That Familial Reality Might Have Obstructed One's Ability To Perceive Others.

In Domestic Life The Woman's Value Is Inherent, Unquantifiable; At Home She Exchanges Proven Values For Mythological Ones. She "wants" To Be At Home, And Because She Is A Woman She's Allowed To Want It. This Desire Is Her Mystique, It Is Both What Enables Her To Domesticate Herself And What Disempowers Her.

It Is Living, Not Thinking, As A Feminist That Has Become The Challenge.

For Me, A Novel Is Always The Result Of My Attempt To Impose Myself On Raw Circumstances. It Is A Concrete Form Of Lived Experience.

I Don't Really Believe In Stories, Only In The People Who Tell Them.