Every Woman Who Writes Is A Survivor.

Literary History And The Present Are Dark With Silences . . . I Have Had Special Need To Learn All I Could Of This Over The Years, Myself So Nearly Remaining Mute And Having To Let Writing Die Over And Over Again In Me. These Are Not Natural Silences--what Keats Called Agonie Ennuyeuse (the Tedious Agony)--that Necessary Time For Renewal, Lying Fallow, Gestation, In The Natural Cycle Of Creation. The Silences I Speak Of Here Are Unnatural: The Unnatural Thwarting Of What Struggles To Come Into Being, But Cannot.

It Is A Long Baptism Into The Seas Of Humankind, My Daughter. Better Immersion Than To Live Untouched.

More Than In Any Other Human Relationship, Overwhelmingly More, Motherhood Means Being Instantly Interruptible, Responsive, And Responsible

I Don't Want To Die Leaving The World As It Is Right Now.

The Fact That Human Beings Do Not Put Up Forever With Misery, Humiliation, Degradation, Actual Physical Deprivation But Act Is A Fact Which Every Human Being Should Know About. We Are A Species That Makes Changes.