From Dust Tracks on a Road, her autobiography:
“It is one of the tragedies of life that one cannot have all the wisdom one is ever to possess in the beginning. Perhaps, it is just as well to be rash and foolish for awhile. If writers were too wise, perhaps no books would be written at all. … the force from somewhere in Space which commands you to write in the first place, gives you no choice. You take up the pen when you are told, and write what is commanded. There is no agony like bearing an untold story.”
Very sad: that after winning many academic scholarships and fellowships and publishing so many novels and being such a literary great that she died in a welfare home.
So, Mammas, don’t let your babies grow up to be writers. (we don’t listen anyway)