When I Quit All These Things And

I Think That My Work Is Easy To Understand Because I Am Not A Thinker, I Am Not A... How Can I Put It? I Write The Way I Perceive, I Guess.

I Have Never Thought I Could Take It, Not Even For The Children. It Is All I Have Wanted To Do, To Stand Between Them And And Pain. But I Come From A Long Line Of Women Who Put Themselves First.

Once You Lose Someone It Is Never Exactly The Same Person Who Comes Back.

I Have Learned To Get Pleasure From Speaking Of Pain

Everyone Is So Different. I Sometimes Wish I Wrote In A Different Way. You Know, That Feeling Of: So-and-so Writes Slowly, If Only I Wrote Slowly.