I Think I Read Susan Brownmiller's Classic

I Always Wince A Little Bit When I Send Me To Each Of My New Books. I Wince At Submitting Myself To My Father's Judgment. But, Of Course, He's Such A Fond Father That He Always Writes Back, Saying It's The Greatest Thing Ever Written.

I Hate Desks; They Make Me Feel Like A Child Doing Homework.

We're Standing On The Deck That's All Wooden Like The Deck Of A Ship. There's Fuzz On It, Little Bundles. Grandma Says It's Some Kind Of Pollen From A Tree. "which One?" I'm Staring Up At All The Differents. "can't Help You There, I'm Afraid." In Room We Knowed What Everything Was Called But In The World There's So Much, Persons Don't Even Know The Names.

People Are Locked Up In All Sorts Of Ways.

A Memoir Is Always The Most Authentic Telling Of A Situation, But A Novel Gets To Different Places.