Art Is Collective. Always, It Has A

I Didn’t And Don’t Want To Be A ‘feminine’ Version Or A Diluted Version Or A Special Version Or A Subsidiary Version Or An Ancillary Version, Or An Adapted Version Of The Heroes I Admire. I Want To Be The Heroes Themselves.

You Can't Imbibe Someone's Success By F*cking Them.

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”.

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.

Ignorance Is Not Bad Faith. But Persistence In Ignorance Is.