She had been born with a different name, to a woman with laughing eyes and warmly whispered words of love who’d died degraded and afraid on a misty Irish morning. ↗
My first book took five years to write and I made $1,000 on it. The second took three years and I made $3,000. All this time I was a housewife being supported by a husband. I was very lucky. ↗
The writer wants to be understood much more than he wants to be respected or praised or even loved. And that perhaps, is what makes him different from others. ↗