Anger Is Its Own Excuse And Its

Somebody Said Writing Is Easy, You Just Sit Down At Your Typewriter And Open A Vein. It Depends On The Book. Some, I Have To Do Quite A Lot Of Research, Which I Like. Others Are Much Closer To Me.

Anger Is Its Own Excuse And Its Own Reward.

I Have A Theory That Southern Madhouses Are Full Of Gifted Women Who Were Stifled.

I Could Run Nearly Naked On A Hot, Windy Beach And Plunge Without Care Into A Running Diamond Sea; Roll On The Sand And Fling My Arms Wide To The Sun And Still Be What I Was...young.

Laughter Nibbled At My Lips Like Tiny Fish In Warm Water.