“To say that a writer is born, not made, is a truism. Yet I was never a scribbler. Even as a child, I did not write for writing’s sake. I wrote because there was something I wanted to tell—a story, an idea, a feeling. As a young girl I wrote poetry more often then prose. I remember the joy of discovering that sometimes my poetry was good, that it was real.”

From For Spacious Skies: Journey in Dialogue by Pearl S. Buck with Theodore F. Harris


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