Gods You Avoid Won't Hurt You.

When I Am Composing, I Try To Clear My Mind Of Having To Publish, Or Having To Sell A Book Or Find Readers. That Kind Of Thinking Gets In The Way.

And I Had To Get Out Of Hating Range.

In A Time Of Destruction, Create Something.

To Shut The Door At The End Of The Workday, Which Does Not Spill Over Into Evening. To Throw Away Books After Reading Them So Theydon't Have To Be Dusted. To Go Through Boxes On New Year's Eve And Throw Out Half Of What Is Inside. Sometimes For Extravagance To Pick A Bunch Of Flowers For The One Table. Other Women Besides Me Must Have This Daydream About A Carefree Life.

You Must Not Tell Anyone,' My Mother Said, 'what I Am About To Tell You.'