When I write stories I am like someone who is in her own country, walking along streets that she has known since she was a child, between walls and trees that are hers.
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Born:
July 14, 1916
Death: October 7, 1991 |
“I know that I can sing really loud. It's like having that really big Evinrude engine on the back of your fishing boat. But I've been trying to be more dynamic with my voice, and not just singing on 10 all of the time out of terror.”
“No art form points like poetry to this originality of language as to its essential and abiding concern.”