“When I knew what I had to do / I took all my notebooks, all my manuscripts / and ate them page by page / so I could take my words with me”
“I would update my email when given the page to do so and keep searching until I find that page.”
“Pages and pages and pages with words all over the pages. My goodness, what fun. What fun to write whatever words occur.”
“I hadn't had a book in my hands for four months, and the mere idea of a book where I could see words printed one after another, lines, pages, leaves, a book in which I could pursue new, different, fresh thoughts to divert me, could take them into my brain, had something both intoxicating and stupefying about it.”
“When I am grown up I shall carry a notebook—a fat book with many pages, methodically lettered. I shall enter my phrases.”
“I could have ripped at those pages with my fingernails in order to get all of the material inside me.”