Writing Is A Trade ... Which Is

Every War, Every Revolution, Demands The Sacrifice Of A Generation, Of A Collectivity, By Those Who Undertake It.

My Worst Mistake Has Been Not Grasping That Time Goes By. It Was Going By And There I Was, Set In The Attitude Of The Ideal Wife Of An Ideal Husband. Instead Of Bringing Our Sexual Relationship To Life Again I Brooded Happily Over Memories Of Our Former Nights Together.

Words Have To Murder Reality Before They Can Hold It Captive.

It Is In Great Part The Anxiety Of Being A Woman That Devastates The Feminine Body.

Oppression Tries To Defend Itself By Its Utility.