I do not feel an exile from America in any sense.
Any Exile America
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 was not typical. Whatever typical or normal is, I was somehow separated and different.
In The Lime Twig I took two very young people and made them very old.
Young People Made Twig
I had to go to Sunday school once or twice in my life, and that's where I commented someplace on hearing.
Where Once My Life
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.
Truly Fearsome Ever
I didn't know what kind of jobs, because how was I prepared? At best, I would be an AB in English.
English Would Jobs
I remember my mother finding mud somehow and putting it on the sting.
Sting I Remember Somehow
I used to carry about with me a German map-case filled with poems.
I want prose fiction to be recognized as that, and I'm not interested in writing as it becomes more personal.
Prose Becomes Recognized
It's hard to tell whether the ship or airplane - they're all the same, I'm convinced - is male or female; it may shift back and forth.
Female Back I