Really, I didn't like Alaska. It rained, almost every day, at least 300 days out of the year.
To be anywhere near an enormous ocean liner when you are just like a fish in the water is frightening.
In The Lime Twig I took two very young people and made them very old.
I had to go to Sunday school once or twice in my life, and that's where I commented someplace on hearing.
As in The Lime Twig dream and illusion are right at the center of Charivari.
I didn't for a moment doubt the choice, but if life is ever fearsome, it is truly fearsome then.
I didn't know what kind of jobs, because how was I prepared? At best, I would be an AB in English.
I want prose fiction to be recognized as that, and I'm not interested in writing as it becomes more personal.
I was not typical. Whatever typical or normal is, I was somehow separated and different.
When we lived in Juneau, Alaska, it was a town of about 7,000 people, and totally isolated; the only way to get to it was by ship.
I do not feel an exile from America in any sense.
I remember my mother finding mud somehow and putting it on the sting.
I used to carry about with me a German map-case filled with poems.
I'm only interested in fiction that in some way or other voices the very imagination which is conceiving it.
My mother wanted very much to play tennis; she wanted, most of all, to be a singer and play the piano.
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