Any society that takes away from those most capable and gives to the least will perish.
Better immersion than to live untouched.
Literary history and the present are dark with silences. . . I have had special need to learn all I could of this over the years, myself so nearly remaining mute and having to let writing die over and over again in me. These are not natural silences--what Keats called agonie ennuyeuse (the tedious agony)--that necessary time for renewal, lying fallow, gestation, in the natural cycle of creation. The silences I speak of here are unnatural: the unnatural thwarting of what struggles to come into being, but cannot.
That's what I want to be when I grow up, just a peaceful wreck holding hands with other peaceful wrecks.
It's hard for me to talk about the terrible things that have happened in my lifetime because they didn't need to be.
The habits of a lifetime when everything else had to come before writing are not easily broken, even when circumstances now often make it possible for writing to be first; habits of years - responses to others, distractibility, responsibility for daily matters - stay with you, mark you, become you. The cost of discontinuity (that pattern still imposed on women) is such a weight of things unsaid, an accumulation of material so great, that everything starts up something else in me; what should take weeks take me sometimes months to write; what should take months, takes years.
Think about all that we've lost that has been said orally because nobody was taking it down. I feel very fortunate to live in a time where we have so many different voices. We have a much richer literature than we've ever had, and we can know America so much better.
Friendship is the only cement that will ever hold the world together.
Violence is like a weed - it does not die even in the greatest drought.
Houses are built brick-by-brick. HOMEs are built word-by-word. Houses don't build themselves. So YOU must build your home.
If you find you require willpower, you aren't ready to lose weight.