Well, By Now You Must Know Yourself,

Most Of The Womens Libbers I Knew Really Didnt Want To Have A Piece Of The Mens Pie. They Thought That Pie Was Kind Of Poisonous, Toxic, Really Full Of Weapons, Poison Gases, All Kinds Of Mean Junk We Didnt Even Want A Slice Of.

I Didn't Intend. The Word "intend" Is The Wrong Word For What I Do. It's Just That It's Something You Do, And You Can't Not Do. If You Want To Do It, And You Don't Intend To, You Do It Anyway. The Word "intend" Is Wrong. The Word "pressure" Is Right. It's Like Any Art Form.

I've Started Many Novels, And They All Ended On Page Seven.

I Didn't Write Any Fiction Until I Was Past Thirty.

I'm Seventy-five Now. I Also Have The Peculiar Luck Of Having A Sister And Brother Who Are Fourteen And Sixteen Years Older Than Me. Their Health Is Not Good. It Couldn't Be At That Age. But Their Spirits Are. Both My Brother And My Sister Are An Example To Me.