To Die On A Dying Earth -

As My Mother Once Said: The Boys Throw Stones At The Frog In Jest. But The Frogs Die In Earnest.

Leaning Her Silly, Beautiful, Drunken Head On My Shoulder, She Said, "oh, Esther, I Don't Want To Be A Feminist. I Don't Enjoy It. It's No Fun." "i Know," I Said. "i Don't Either." People Think You Decide To Be A "radical," For God's Sake, Like Deciding To Be A Librarian Or A Ship's Chandler. You "make Up Your Mind," You "commit Yourself" (sounds Like A Mental Hospital, Doesn't It?). I Said Don't Worry, We Could Be Buried Together And Have Engraved On Our Tombstone The Awful Truth, Which Some Day Somebody Will Understand: We Wuz Pushed.

[t]here Is One And Only One Way To Possess That In Which We Are Defective, Therefore That Which We Need, Therefore That Which We Want. Become It.

I Once Asked A Young Dissertation Writer Whether Her Suddenly Grayed Hair Was Due To Ill Health Or Personal Tragedy; She Answered: “it Was The Footnotes”.

To Die On A Dying Earth - I'd Live, If Only To Weep