I Want To Be Left

I Don't Like Writers. They're Dangerous People.

There Are Many Things In Your Heart You Can Never Tell To Another Person. They Are You, Your Private Joys And Sorrows, And You Can Never Tell Them. You Cheapen Yourself, The Inside Of Yourself, When You Tell Them.

It Could Be So Beautiful Here If The Americans Themselves Had Not Made It So Ugly With Their Big Buildings, Their Millions Of Cars, And Noise.

I Live Like A Monk: With One Toothbrush, One Cake Of Soap, And A Pot Of Cream.

[when Asked If She Believed In "women's Lib":] Not Really. Not When I See What Most Of Them Look Like.