Aufladen / Charge Blätter / Leaves Briefe / Letters Fliegend / Flying Leer / Blank Prüft / Checks Schriften / Writings Streuen / Scatter Wahnsinnig / Insane Winde / Winds Würde / Would Wurden / Were
When I was very little, we would get letters from China, in Chinese, and they' be censored. We were a very insular little family.
I continue to wish that writing were easier, that it would flow out completely perfect with no need for revisions.
I learned in the early part of my career that labor must bear the cross for others' sins, must be the vicarious sufferer for the wrongs that others do.
The fact that we live in a world where black people have to strategize so they're not brutalized by police is insane.
There is no money in the world that would compensate me for writing a lousy book.
When I retired, I was at an in-between age. I wasn't a child anymore, I wasn't really a woman yet, and they weren't really writing scripts for that age.
When I'm writing, I'm creating the story and its character with words. I'm thinking about what the pictures will be like, but I never begin to sketch. The pictures are all in my head.
Together we can make a world where cancer no longer means living with fear, without hope, or worse.
For me, life is writing and I can do it anywhere. It doesn't matter where I am. I listen. I write. I live.
