It Could Draw From A Greater Reservoir

Anna Despises Two Classes Of People: First, Those Who Own Their Own Homes And Have Cars And Families, And Second, Everybody Else. Constantly She Is On The Verge Of Exploding. With Rage. A Pool Of Pure Red. The Pool Is Filled With Speechlessness That Talks Away At Her Nonstop.

Very Few Women Wait For Mr. Right. Most Women Take The First And Worst Mr. Wrong.

I Cannot Stand Public Attention, I Just Can't. Of Course, If I May I Might Write Something Instead

I Think Isolation Is One Of The Greatest Problems, An Ever-growing Obstacle To Political Solidarity.

Women Age Early, And Their Mistake Is Not Knowing Where To Hide All The Time That Lies Behind Them So That No One Sees It. What Are They To Do, Devour It Like The Umbilical Cords Of Their Children? Hell And Damnation!