Suicidal Glory Is The Luxury Of The

If There's No Game, Isn't Winning A Pretty Meaningless Concept?

His Outflung Hands Traced Over The Threads Of His Rug, Passed Loop By Loop Through Some Patient Woman's Hands. Or Maybe She Hadn't Been Patient. Maybe She'd Been Tired, Or Irritated, Or Distracted, Or Hungry, Or Angry. Maybe She Had Been Dying. But Her Hands Had Kept Moving, All The Same.

Your Reverence, I Do Not Hate Any Man In This World Enough To Inflict The Results Of My Prayers Upon Him.

One Step At A Time, I Can Walk Around The World. Watch Me.

I Think 99 Percent Of Women's Lib Comes From Technology Making Different Kinds Of Lives Possible, And Then The Social Adjustment Follows The Technology - It Doesn't Precede It.