Mourning Has Its Place But Also Its

The Past Could Be Jettisoned . . . But Seeds Got Carried.

To Assign Unanswered Letters Their Proper Weight, To Free Us From The Expectations Of Others, To Give Us Back To Ourselves--there Lies The Great, The Singular Power Of Self-respect. Without It, One Eventually Discovers The Final Turn Of The Screw: One Runs Away To Find Oneself, And Finds No One At Home.

My Writing Is A Process Of Rewriting, Of Going Back And Changing And Filling In. In The Rewriting Process You Discover What's Going On, And You Go Back And Bring It Up To That Point.

The Last Sentence In A Piece Is Another Adventure. It Should Open The Piece Up.

Writers Are Only Rarely Likable.