Jean Staffordwas an American short story writer and novelist, who won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction for The Collected Stories of Jean Stafford in 1970... (wikipedia)
She did observe, with some dismay, that far from conquering all, love lazily sidestepped practical problems.
From time to time, I need a rest from the exercitation of my intellect.
For me, there is nothing worse than the knowledge that my life holds nothing for me but being a writer.
He does what I have always needed to have done to me, and that is that he dominates me.
Irony, I feel, is a very high form of morality.
(My bounded brain was as) unalterable as a ball.
A small silence came between us, as precise as a picture hanging on the wall.
You say that you hope I will be recognized as the best novelist of my generation. I want you to know now and know completely that that would mean to me absolutely nothing.
For all practical purposes I left home when I was 7.
I know this, and the knowledge eats me like an inward animal: there is nothing worse for a woman than to be deprived of her womanliness.