I'm only interested in fiction that in some way or other voices the very imagination which is conceiving it.
Which Way Conceiving
I do not feel an exile from America in any sense.
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.
Only Get Isolated
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.
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.
Moment Fearsome Ever
I didn't know what kind of jobs, because how was I prepared? At best, I would be an AB in English.
I Kind Know
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 want prose fiction to be recognized as that, and I'm not interested in writing as it becomes more personal.
I Not Interested