How Can Anyone Love Someone Who Is

I Love Books The Way I Love Nature. ... I Can Imagine Now That A Time Will Come, That It Is Almost Upon Us, When No One Will Love Books ... It Is No Accident, I Think, That Books And Nature (as We Know It) May Disappear Simultaneously From Human Experience. There Is No Mind-body Split.

Truth Is Harder To Bear Than Ignorance, And So Ignorance Is Valued More--also Because The Status Quo Depends On It; But Love Depends On Self-knowledge And Self-knowledge Depends On Being Able To Bear The Truth.

Feminist Art Is Not Some Tiny Creek Running Off The Great River Of Real Art. It Is Not Some Crack In An Otherwise Flawless Stone. It Is, Quite Spectacularly I Think, Art Which Is Not Based On The Subjugation Of One Half Of The Species. It Is Art Which Will Take The Great Human Themes -love, Death, Heroism, Suffering, History Itself -and Render Them Fully Human. It May Also, Though Perhaps Our Imaginations Are So Mutilated Now That We Are Incapable Even Of The Ambition, Introduce A New Theme, One As Great And As Rich As Those Others -should We Call It Joy?

Feminist Art... Will Take The Great Human Themes – Love, Death, Heroism, Suffering, History Itself – And Render Them Fully Human.

Money Speaks, But It Speaks With A Male Voice.