I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.

“I went from one to the other holding my sorrow - no, not my sorrow but theincom…”

“If woman had no existence save in the fiction written by men, one would imagine…”

“Writing is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends,…”

“Let us simmer over our incalculable cauldron, our enthralling confusion, our ho…”