Writing Fiction Is An Endless And Always

The Question Is Whether Personal Freedom Is Worth The Terrible Effort, The Never-lifted Burden And Risks Of Self-reliance.

I Can Imagine Nothing More Wonderful Than Always Wanting To Keep A Man. It's This Not Wanting To Keep Them, And Yet Not Quite Being Able To Disentangle One's Self, Never Quite Having The Ruthlessness To Stike At The Hands On The Gunwale With An Oar Until They Let Go - That's The Horrible Thing.

The Longest Lives Are Short; Our Work Lasts Longer.

I Came Out Of The Soviet Union No Longer A Communist, Because I Believed In Personal Freedom.

Our Quilts Were More Than Useful, They Had The Faint Sentimentality Of A Pressed Flower. And No More Beauty. We Did Not Value Them For Their Appearance, But For The Memories In Them, For Their Good Wearing Qualities And The Thrift They Represented.