Life, after all, was a secret with the self. The more one gave out, the less there remained for the center—that center which she coveted for herself and recognized instantly in others. Fruits had it, the very heart of, say, a cherry, where the true worth and flavor lay. Some of course were flawed or hollow in there. Many, in fact.


Seven novels and other short stories (ed. HarperCollins, 1978)


Life, after all, was a secret with the self. The more one gave out, the less there remained for the center—that center which she coveted for...

Life, after all, was a secret with the self. The more one gave out, the less there remained for the center—that center which she coveted for...

Life, after all, was a secret with the self. The more one gave out, the less there remained for the center—that center which she coveted for...

Life, after all, was a secret with the self. The more one gave out, the less there remained for the center—that center which she coveted for...