I Suppose You Could Say I Love

I Think In Many Ways The Problem That My Writing Would Have With An American Reviewer Is That Americans Find Difficulty Very Hard To Take. They Are Inevitably Looking For A Happy Ending.

Once You Cease To Be A Master, Once You Throw Off Your Master's Yoke, You Are No Longer Human Rubbish, You Are A Human Being, And All The Things That Adds Up To. So, Too, With The Slaves. Once They Are No Longer Slaves, Once They Are Free, They Are No Longer Noble And Exalted; They Are Just Human Beings.

Race As A Subject Only Comes About Because Of What I Look Like. If I Say Something Truthfully, People Say "oh, She's So Angry." If I Write About A Married Person Who Lives In Vermont, It Becomes "oh, She's Autobiographical."

There's Something To Be Said About A Slightly Plump Person—you Have Just Enough Of Too Much.

I Was Given A Dictionary When I Was Seven, And I Read It Because I Had Nothing Else To Read. I Read It The Way You Read A Book.