What I Don't Write Is As Important

I Like Cooking, But I Think Someone Else Ought To Do The Dishes.

The Space Between The Idea Of Something And Its Reality Is Always Wide And Deep And Dark. The Longer They Are Kept Apart—idea Of Thing, Reality Of Thing—the Wider The Width, The Deeper The Depth, The Thicker And Darker The Darkness.

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."

In The Place I Am From ... A Grave Is Topped Off With A Huge Mound Of Loose Earth - Carelessly, As If Piled Up In Child's Play, Not Serious At All - Because Death Is Just Another Way Of Being, And The Dead Will Not Stay Put, And Sometimes The Actions Of The Dead Are More Significant, More Profound, Than Their Actions In Life, And No Structure Of Concrete Or Stone Can Contain Them.

The Inevitable Is No Less A Shock Just Because It Is Inevitable.