Talk uses up ideas. Once I have spoken them aloud, they are lost to me, dissipated into the noisy air like smoke. Only if I bury them, like bulbs, in the rich soil of silence do they grow. — 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
