I Remember Manners, That's When People Are

Any Parent Knows How To Be The Ideal Parent.

I Found Motherhood A Crash Course In Existentialism (what Is My Purpose In Life, Am I Mistress Or Slave Of My Destiny, When The Hell Do I Get Some Sleep?) And [the Book] Room Was The Result.

Once I Spent A Whole Day There, A Blade Of Grass In Each Hand To Anchor Me To The Warm Earth. I Watched The Sun Rise, Pass Over My Head And Set. Ladybirds Mated On My Knuckle; A Shrew Nibbled A Hole In My Stocking While I Tried Not To Laugh. Such A Day Was Worth Any Punishment.

I Needed To Do A Lot Of Saying No. I Had A Lot Of [interest] From People Who I Just Didn't Think Were Quite Right For It. And I Didn't Want A Bad Film To Be Made Of The Book, Either A Sentimental One Or A Creepy One, So I Did A Lot Of, "no Thank You." Then When The Right Filmmaker Came Along, Yes, I Suppose I Presented Myself Very Much As Wanting To Be The Writer.

Vitamins Are Medicine For Not Getting Sick And Going Back To Heaven Yet.