Waves, Once They Land On

If I Miss Anything, It's Being Able To Hang Out In The City Of New York Meeting People And Talking To Them On The Corner.

The Women's Movement Was Coming, But I Didn't Know It In 1956-1957, When I Began To Write.

Old Age Is Another Country, A Place Of Strangeness, Sometimes, And Dislocation. There's A Lot To Be Done In This Country, And A Great Deal Of Pleasure There. There Are Friends, Some Of Whom Are Sick And Needful Of You, As You Will Be Of Them Someday. The World Itself Is Very Beautiful. It's A Place Where You Have A Lot To Do. But You Have To Do It Knowing That Sometimes You Will Be Afraid Of This New Country.

You Become A Writer Because You Need To Become A Writer - Nothing Else.

It's A Terrible Thing To Die Young. Still, It Saves A Lot Of Time.