Aus / Out Eingeladen / Invited Gehen / Go Geschrieben / Written Harfe / Harp Hätten / Had Hör mal zu / Listen Indiana Krank / Sick Musik / Music Quartal / Quarter Stimmen / Voices Töne / Tones Vier / Four
I don't want it to be all that self-conscious or artificial, but it really grows out of my having invented myself as a listener so that I could hear her voice.
I've had so many little ideas I've written down here and there. Some ideas I've got reams of notes for.
What helped me most were my failures and slumps - when I couldn't get work, people weren't interested in me or had written me off.
Two young doctors - one from Harvard and the other from Dartmouth - invited me to go to Mecca in my husband's stead. And that is what helped put me back on track.
Here I am, where I ought to be. A writer must have a place where he or she feels this, a place to love and be irritated with.
For a dyed-in-the-wool author, nothing is as dead as a book once it is written. She is rather like a cat whose kittens have grown up.
When we parted I had written everything for the group. My leaving sort of evened things out within the group.
I had a lot of anger inside me and that came out at times that were not particularly advantageous to me career-wise.
No one had ever told me that whites were supposed to sing one kind of music and blacks another - I sang what I liked in the only voice I had.
