The reason that extended solitude seemed so hard to endure was not that we missed others but that we began to wonder if we ourselves were present, because for so long our existence depended upon assurances from them. — Doris Grumbach Copy Share Image
Writers are entirely egocentric. To them, few things in their lives have meaning or importance unless they give promise of serving some creative purpose. — Doris Grumbach Copy Share Image
We were determined by public opinions of us. Would we think we existed without outside confirmation? And how long would we live apart from… — Doris Grumbach Copy Share Image
These short stories establish Sontag's originality . . . her unique vision, her success with experiments in the form . . . Sontag makes… — Doris Grumbach Copy Share Image
What others regard as retreat from them or rejection of them is not those things at all but instead a breeding ground for greater… — Doris Grumbach Copy Share Image
Having a book is somewhat like having a baby, as many woman writers have observed before me: the conception, the long preparation, the wait,… — Doris Grumbach Copy Share Image
Talk uses up ideas. Once I have spoken them aloud, they are lost to me, dissipated into the noisy air like smoke. Only if… — Doris Grumbach Copy Share Image
Searching for the self when I was entirely alone was hazardous. What if I found not so much a great emptiness as a space… — Doris Grumbach Copy Share Image
A hand up is worthier than one's own fist grasping a higher rung of the ladder. — Doris Grumbach Copy Share Image
Old age is somewhat like dieting. Every day there is less of us to be observed. — Doris Grumbach Copy Share Image
one keeps one's friends better when one is alone. The corollary to this is that one loses one's friends, slowly, when one sees them… — Doris Grumbach Copy Share Image
