You Really Can't Say Things That Upset

One Of The Things About Parents And Children Is That There Is No Way That You Go Through This Without There Being Mutual Anger.

Sometimes What We Call Love Is Just A Settling Of Old Scores, Or A Seeking Of Forbidden Pain, Or A Circuitous Path To The Kingdom Of Cruelty, Or She May Simply Have Confused Lack Of Capital With Heroism While Searching For Rescue Without Knowing From What.

I Know That Family Life In America Is A Minefield, An Economic Trap For Women, A Study In Disappointment For Both Sexes.

Our Mythology Tells Us So Much About Fathers And Sons. ... What Do We Know About Mothers And Daughters? ... Our Power Is So Oblique, So Hidden, So Ethereal A Matter, That We Rarely Struggle With Our Daughters Over Actual Kingdoms Or Corporate Shares. On The Other Hand, Our Attractiveness Dries As Theirs Blooms, Our Journey Shortens Just As Theirs Begins. We Too Must Be Afraid And Awed And Amazed That We Cannot Live Forever And That Our Replacements Are Eager For Their Turn, Indifferent To Our Wishes, Ready To Leave Us Behind.

Romanticizing The Act Of Writing Or Any Other Art Is Not Very Helpful To The Artist Or The Art. It's Much Better If One Simply Does.