Anyone Determined To Find Another Person Or

My Feelings About Men Are The Result Of My Experience. I Have Little Sympathy For Them. Like A Jew Just Released From Dachau, I Watch The Handsome Young Nazi Soldier Fall Writhing To The Ground With A Bullet In His Stomach And I Look Briefly And Walk On. I Don’t Even Need To Shrug. I Simply Don’t Care. What He Was, As A Person, I Mean, What His Shames And Yearnings Were, Simply Don’t Matter.

When A Baby First Looks At You...when It Laughs That Deep, Unselfconscious Gurgle; Or When It Cries And You Pick It Up And It Clings Sobbing To You...then You Are-happy Is Not The Precise Word-filled.

The View Of Life As A Struggle For Power Generates A Language In Which Life Has No Significance And Only Power Matters.

There's No Justice, There's Only Love.

Survival Is An Art. It Requires The Dulling Of The Mind And The Senses, And A Delicate Attunement To Waiting, Without Insisting On Precision About Just What It Is You Are Waiting For.