one keeps one's friends better when one is alone. The corollary to this is that one loses one's friends, slowly, when one sees them too often or when they visit for too long a time.
Having a book is somewhat like having a baby, as many woman writers have observed before me: the conception, the long preparation, the wait, the grow… - Doris Grumbach
Having a book is somewhat like having a baby, as many woman writers have observed before me: the conception, the long preparation, the wait, the grow…
- Doris Grumbach
Old age is somewhat like dieting. Every day there is less of us to be observed. - Doris Grumbach
Old age is somewhat like dieting. Every day there is less of us to be observed.
My old friend, water, my good companion, my beloved mother and father: I am its most natural offspring. - Doris Grumbach
My old friend, water, my good companion, my beloved mother and father: I am its most natural offspring.
Searching for the self when I was entirely alone was hazardous. What if I found not so much a great emptiness as a space full of unpleasant contents,… - Doris Grumbach
Searching for the self when I was entirely alone was hazardous. What if I found not so much a great emptiness as a space full of unpleasant contents,…
What others regard as retreat from them or rejection of them is not those things at all but instead a breeding ground for greater friendship, a cultu… - Doris Grumbach
What others regard as retreat from them or rejection of them is not those things at all but instead a breeding ground for greater friendship, a cultu…
These short stories establish Sontag's originality . . . her unique vision, her success with experiments in the form . . . Sontag makes a wonderful s… - Doris Grumbach
These short stories establish Sontag's originality . . . her unique vision, her success with experiments in the form . . . Sontag makes a wonderful s…
My eyes glaze over at a writer solving tiny problems. - Doris Grumbach
My eyes glaze over at a writer solving tiny problems.
Talk uses up ideas. Once I have spoken them aloud, they are lost to me, dissipated into the noisy air like smoke. Only if I bury them, like bulbs, in… - Doris Grumbach
Talk uses up ideas. Once I have spoken them aloud, they are lost to me, dissipated into the noisy air like smoke. Only if I bury them, like bulbs, in…
Writers are entirely egocentric. To them, few things in their lives have meaning or importance unless they give promise of serving some creative purp… - Doris Grumbach
Writers are entirely egocentric. To them, few things in their lives have meaning or importance unless they give promise of serving some creative purp…
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